Атлант расправил плечи
The Theme
Theycan’tdevotetheirwholelifetometalsandengines. You’relucky—you’veneverhadanyfeelings.You’veneverfeltanythingatall."
Asshelookedathim,herdarkgrayeyeswentslowlyfromastonishmenttostillness,thentoastrangeexpressionthatresembledalookofweariness,exceptthatitseemedtoreflectmuchmorethantheenduranceofthisonemoment.
"No,Jim,"shesaidquietly,"IguessI’veneverfeltanythingatall."
EddieWillersfollowedhertoheroffice.Whenevershereturned,hefeltasiftheworldbecameclear,simple,easytoface—andheforgothismomentsofshapelessapprehension. HewastheonlypersonwhofounditcompletelynaturalthatsheshouldbetheOperatingVice-Presidentofagreatrailroad,eventhoughshewasawoman. Shehadtoldhim,whenhewastenyearsold,thatshewouldruntherailroadsomeday. Itdidnotastonishhimnow,justasithadnotastonishedhimthatdayinaclearingofthewoods.
Whentheyenteredheroffice,whenhesawhersitdownatthedeskandglanceatthememoshehadleftforher—hefeltashedidinhiscarwhenthemotorcaughtonandthewheelscouldmoveforward.
Hewasabouttoleaveheroffice,whenherememberedamatterhehadnotreported. "OwenKelloggoftheTerminalDivisionhasaskedmeforanappointmenttoseeyou,"hesaid.
Shelookedup,astonished. "That’sfunny.Iwasgoingtosendforhim.Havehimcomeup.Iwanttoseehim....
