Атлант расправил плечи
The John Galt line
ItwasthesidewallofthegreatskyscraperofTaggartTranscontinental.
Hernewheadquartersweretworoomsonthegroundfloorofahalfcollapsedstructure.Thestructurestillstood,butitsupperstorieswereboardedoffasunsafeforoccupancy.Suchtenantsasitshelteredwerehalf-bankrupt,existing,asitdid,ontheinertiaofthemomentumofthepast.
Shelikedhernewplace:itsavedmoney.Theroomscontainednosuperfluousfurnitureorpeople.Thefurniturehadcomefromjunkshops.Thepeoplewerethechoicebestshecouldfind.OnherrarevisitstoNewYork,shehadnotimetonoticetheroomwheresheworked;shenoticedonlythatitserveditspurpose.
Shedidnotknowwhatmadeherstoptonightandlookatthethinstreaksofrainontheglassofthewindow,atthewallofthebuildingacrossthealley.
Itwaspastmidnight.Hersmallstaffhadgone.ShewasdueattheairportatthreeA.M.,toflyherplanebacktoColorado.Shehadlittlelefttodo,onlyafewofEddie’sreportstoread.Withthesuddenbreakofthetensionofhurrying,shestopped,unabletogoon.Thereportsseemedtorequireaneffortbeyondherpower.Itwastoolatetogohomeandsleep,tooearlytogototheairport.Shethought:You’retired—andwatchedherownmoodwithsevere,contemptuousdetachment,knowingthatitwouldpass.
