Атлант расправил плечи
The Exploiters and the Exploited
Becauseit’smine.BecauseifIhadtocloseit...ohwell,nobodyunderstandsthatnowadays."
"Ido."
"Yes...Yes,Ithinkyouwould...So,yousee,that’smyfirstconcern.Butstill,therearemycustomers,too.They’vedealtwithmeforyears.They’recountingonme.It’sjustaboutimpossibletogetanysortofmachineryanywhere.Doyouknowwhatit’sgettingtobelike,outinMinnesota,whenthefarmerscan’tgettools,whenmachinebreakdowninthemiddleoftheharvestseasonandtherearenoparts,noreplacements...nothingbutMr.OrrenBoyle’scoloredmoviesabout...Ohwell...Andthentherearemyworkers,too.Someofthemhavebeenwithussincemyfather’stime.They’vegotnootherplacetogo.Notnow."
Itwasimpossible,thoughtRearden,tosqueezemoresteeloutofmillswhereeveryfurnace,everyhourandeverytonwerescheduledinadvanceforurgentorders,forthenextsixmonths.But...TheJohnGaltLine,hethought.Ifhecoulddothat,hecoulddoanything...Hefeltasifhewishedtoundertaketennewproblemsatonce.
Hefeltasifthiswereaworldwherenothingwasimpossibletohim.
"Look,"hesaid,reachingforthetelephone,"letmecheckwithmysuperintendentandseejustwhatwe’repouringinthenextfewweeks.
MaybeI’llfindawaytoborrowafewtonsfromsomeoftheordersand—"
Mr.
