Атлант расправил плечи
The John Galt line
Whenshecrossedherlegs,whensheleanedonherarmagainstthewindowsill,whenshebrushedherhairoffherforehead—everymovementofherbodywasunderscoredbyafeelingtheunadmittedwordsforwhichwere:Isheseeingit?
Thetownshadbeenleftbehind.Thetrackwasrisingthroughacountrygrowingmoregrimlyreluctanttopermitapproach.Therailskeptvanishingbehindcurves,andtheridgesofhillskeptmovingcloser,asiftheplainswerebeingfoldedintopleats.TheflatstoneshelvesofColoradowereadvancingtotheedgeofthetrack—andthedistantreachesoftheskywereshrinkingintowavesofbluishmountains.
Farahead,theysawamistofsmokeoverfactorychimneys—thenthewebofapowerstationandtheloneneedleofasteelstructure.TheywereapproachingDenver.
SheglancedatPatLogan.Hewasleaningforwardalittlefarther;shesawaslighttighteninginthefingersofhishandandinhiseyes.Heknew,asshedid,thedangerofcrossingacityatthespeedtheyweretraveling.
Itwasasuccessionofminutes,butithitthemasasinglewhole.
