Атлант расправил плечи
The John Galt line
Contrarytomyusualpolicy,Ihavebecomeapublicityhound.Really.Ishouldliketohavespotlights,radiomicrophonesandtelevisioncameras.Isuggestthatyouplantafewcamerasaroundthebridge.Thecollapseofthebridgewouldgiveyousomeinterestingshots."
"MissTaggart,"askedRearden,"whydidn’tyoumentionthatI’mgoingtorideinthatengine,too?"
Shelookedathimacrosstheroom,andforamomenttheywerealone,holdingeachother’sglance.
"Yes,ofcourse,Mr.Rearden,"sheanswered.
ShedidnotseehimagainuntiltheylookedateachotheracrosstheplatformoftheTaggartstationinCheyenne,onJuly22.
Shedidnotlookforanyonewhenshesteppedoutontheplatform:shefeltasifhersenseshadmerged,sothatshecouldnotdistinguishthesky,thesunorthesoundsofanenormouscrowd,butperceivedonlyasensationofshockandlight.
Yethewasthefirstpersonshesaw,andshecouldnottellforhowlongatimehewasalsotheonlyone.HestoodbytheengineoftheJohnGalttrain,talkingtosomebodyoutsidethefieldofherconsciousness.
Hewasdressedingrayslacksandshirt,helookedlikeanexpertmechanic,buthewasstaredatbythefacesaroundhim,becausehewasHankReardenofReardenSteel.Highabovehim,shesawthelettersTTonthesilverfrontoftheengine.Thelinesoftheengineslantedback,aimedatspace.
