Атлант расправил плечи
The Exploiters and the Exploited
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"Areyouaskingmetohelphimstageafraudofthatkind?"
"Youdon’thavetoputitthatway."
"Isitafraud—orisn’tit?"
"That’swhyIcan’ttalktoyou—becauseyou’renothuman.Youhavenopity,nofeelingforyourbrother,nocompassionforhisfeelings."
"Isitafraudornot?"
"Youhavenomercyforanybody."
"Doyouthinkthatafraudofthiskindwouldbejust?"
"You’rethemostimmoralmanliving—youthinkofnothingbutjustice!Youdon’tfeelanyloveatall!"
Hegotup,hismovementabruptandstressed,themovementofendinganinterviewandorderingavisitoroutofhisoffice."Mother,I’mrunningasteelplant—notawhorehouse."
"Henry!"Thegaspofindignationwasathischoiceoflanguage,nothingmore.
"Don’teverspeaktomeagainaboutajobforPhilip.Iwouldnotgivehimthejobofacindersweeper.Iwouldnotallowhiminsidemymills.Iwantyoutounderstandthat,onceandforall.Youmaytrytohelphiminanywayyouwish,butdon’teverletmeseeyouthinkingofmymillsasameanstothatend."
Thewrinklesofhersoftchintrickledintoashaperesemblingasneer."Whatarethey,yourmills—aholytempleofsomekind?"
"Why...yes,"hesaidsoftly,astonishedatthethought.
