Атлант расправил плечи
The John Galt line
"That’sveryunfairofyou,"hesaid;therewasadrylittlenoteofrighteousreproachinhisvoice."Ihavenevergivenyoucausetodistrustme."Hepickedupthepaperswithahastymovement.
ReardensawthepapersdisappearintoLarkin’sinsidecoatpocket.
Hesawtheflareoftheopencoat,thewrinklesofavestpulledtightoverflabbybulges,andastainofperspirationinthearmpitoftheshirt.
Unsummoned,thepictureofafaceseentwenty-sevenyearsagorosesuddenlyinhismind.Itwasthefaceofapreacheronastreetcornerhehadpassed,inatownhecouldnotrememberanylonger.Onlythedarkwallsoftheslumsremainedinhismemory,therainofanautumnevening,andtherighteousmaliceoftheman’smouth,asmallmouthstretchedtoyellintothedarkness:"...thenoblestideal—thatmanliveforthesakeofhisbrothers,thatthestrongworkfortheweak,thathewhohasabilityservehimwhohasn’t..."
ThenhesawtheboywhohadbeenHankReardenateighteen.Hesawthetensionoftheface,thespeedofthewalk,thedrunkenexhilarationofthebody,drunkontheenergyofsleeplessnights,theproudliftofthehead,theclear,steady,ruthlesseyes,theeyesofamanwhodrovehimselfwithoutpitytowardthatwhichhewanted.AndhesawwhatPaulLarkinmusthavebeenatthattime—ayouthwithanagedbaby’sface,smilingingratiatingly,joylessly,beggingtobespared,pleadingwiththeuniversetogivehimachance.
