Атлант расправил плечи
The John Galt line
Twoweekslater,hereadinthenewspapersthatWesleyMouchhadbeenappointedAssistantCoordinatoroftheBureauofEconomicPlanningandNationalResources.
Don’tdwellonanyofit—thoughtRearden,throughthesilenceofmanyevenings,fightingthesuddenaccessofthatnewemotionwhichhedidnotwanttofeel—thereisanunspeakableevilintheworld,youknowit,andit’snousedwellingonthedetailsofit.Youmustworkalittleharder.Justalittleharder.Don’tletitwin.
ThebeamsandgirdersoftheReardenMetalbridgewerecomingdailyoutoftherollingmills,andwerebeingshippedtothesiteoftheJohnGaltLine,wherethefirstshapesofgreen-bluemetal,swungintospacetospanthecanyon,glitteredinthefirstraysofthespringsun.
Hehadnotimeforpain,noenergyforanger.Withinafewweeks,itwasover;theblindingstabsofhatredceasedanddidnotreturn.
Hewasbackinconfidentself-controlontheeveningwhenhetelephonedEddieWillers,"Eddie,I’minNewYork,attheWayne-Falkland.Cometohavebreakfastwithmetomorrowmorning.There’ssomethingI’dliketodiscusswithyou."
EddieWillerswenttotheappointmentwithaheavyfeelingofguilt.
HehadnotrecoveredfromtheshockoftheEqualizationofOpportunityBill;ithadleftadullachewithinhim,liketheblack-and-bluemarkofablow.Hedislikedthesightofthecity:itnowlookedasifithidthethreatofsomemaliciousunknown.
