Атлант расправил плечи
The John Galt line
ShehadflowntoNewYorkunexpectedly,atamoment’snotice,leapingtothecontrolsofherplanewithintwentyminutesafterhearingabriefiteminanewsbroadcast.TheradiovoicehadsaidthatDwightSandershadretiredfrombusiness,suddenly,withoutreasonorexplanation.ShehadhurriedtoNewYork,hopingtofindhimandstophim.
Butshehadfelt,whileflyingacrossthecontinent,thattherewouldbenotraceofhimtofind.
Thespringrainhungmotionlessintheairbeyondthewindow,likeathinmist.Shesat,lookingacrossattheopencavernoftheExpressandBaggageEntranceoftheTaggartTerminal.Therewerenakedlightsinside,amongthesteelgirdersoftheceiling,andafewpilesofluggageonthewornconcreteofthefloor.Theplacelookedabandonedanddead.
Sheglancedatajaggedcrackonthewallofheroffice.Sheheardnosound.Sheknewshewasaloneintheruinsofabuilding.Itseemedasifshewerealoneinthecity.Shefeltanemotionheldbackforyears:alonelinessmuchbeyondthismoment,beyondthesilenceoftheroomandthewet,glisteningemptinessofthestreet;thelonelinessofagraywastelandwherenothingwasworthreaching;thelonelinessofherchildhood.
Sheroseandwalkedtothewindow.Bypressingherfacetothepane,shecouldseethewholeoftheTaggartBuilding,itslinesconvergingabruptlytoitsdistantpinnacleinthesky.Shelookedupatthedarkwindowoftheroomthathadbeenheroffice.
