Атлант расправил плечи
The Theme
Youhavenosenseofthehumanelementatall."
"We’retalkingaboutsavingarailroad,Jim."
"Yes,ofcourse,ofcourse,butstill,youhaven’tanysenseofthehumanelement."
"No.Ihaven’t."
"IfwegiveReardensuchalargeorderforsteelrails—"
"They’renotgoingtobesteel.They’reReardenMetal."
Shehadalwaysavoidedpersonalreactions,butshewasforcedtobreakherrulewhenshesawtheexpressiononTaggart’sface.Sheburstoutlaughing.
ReardenMetalwasanewalloy,producedbyReardenaftertenyearsofexperiments. Hehadplaceditonthemarketrecently. Hehadreceivednoordersandhadfoundnocustomers.
TaggartcouldnotunderstandthetransitionfromthelaughtertothesuddentoneofDagny’svoice;thevoicewascoldandharsh: "Dropit,Jim.Iknoweverythingyou’regoingtosay.Nobody’severuseditbefore.NobodyapprovesofReardenMetal.Nobody’sinterestedinit.Nobodywantsit.Still,ourrailsaregoingtobemadeofReardenMetal."
"But..."saidTaggart,"but...butnobody’severuseditbefore!"
Heobserved,withsatisfaction,thatshewassilencedbyanger. Helikedtoobserveemotions;theywerelikeredlanternsstrungalongthedarkunknownofanother’spersonality,markingvulnerablepoints. Buthowonecouldfeelapersonalemotionaboutametalalloy,andwhatsuchanemotionindicated,wasincomprehensibletohim;sohecouldmakenouseofhisdiscovery.