Атлант расправил плечи
The Exploiters and the Exploited
Youcan’tdothistome!"
Heseizedherarm,screaming,"Butwhy?"
"Yougoddamnfool,doyouthinkIconsidertheirquestiondebatable?"
Thecarstopped,sheleapedoutandran.
Thefirstthingshenoticedafterawhile,washerslippers.Shewaswalkingslowly,normally,anditwasstrangetofeelicedstoneunderthethinsolesofblacksatinsandals.Shepushedherhairback,offherforehead,andfeltdropsofsleetmeltingonherpalm.
Shewasquietnow;theblindingangerwasgone;shefeltnothingbutagrayweariness.Herheadachedalittle,sherealizedthatshewashungryandrememberedthatshewastohavehaddinnerattheBusinessCouncil.Shewalkedon.Shedidnotwanttoeat.Shethoughtshewouldgetacupofcoffeesomewhere,thentakeacabhome.
Sheglancedaroundher.Therewerenocabsinsight.Shedidnotknowtheneighborhood.Itdidnotseemtobeagoodone.Shesawanemptystretchofspaceacrossthestreet,anabandonedparkencircledbyajaggedlinethatbeganasdistantskyscrapersandcamedowntofactorychimneys;shesawafewlightsinthewindowsofdilapidatedhouses,afewsmall,grimyshopsclosedforthenight,andthefogoftheEastRivertwoblocksaway.
Shestartedbacktowardthecenterofthecity.Theblackshapeofaruinrosebeforeher.
