Атлант расправил плечи
The John Galt line
Totakethepoundingviolenceofsixteenmotors,shethought,thethrustofseventhousandtonsofsteelandfreight,towithstandit,gripitandswingitaroundacurve,wastheimpossiblefeatperformedbytwostripsofmetalnowiderthanherarm.Whatmadeitpossible?Whatpowerhadgiventoanunseenarrangementofmoleculesthepoweronwhichtheirlivesdependedandthelivesofallthemenwhowaitedfortheeightyboxcars?Shesawaman’sfaceandhandsintheglowofalaboratoryoven,overthewhiteliquidofasampleofmetal.
Shefeltthesweepofanemotionwhichshecouldnotcontain,asofsomethingburstingupward.Sheturnedtothedoorofthemotorunits,shethrewitopentoascreamingjetofsoundandescapedintothepoundingoftheengine’sheart.
Foramoment,itwasasifshewerereducedtoasinglesense,thesenseofhearing,andwhatremainedofherhearingwasonlyalong,rising,falling,risingscream.Shestoodinaswaying,sealedchamberofmetal,lookingatthegiantgenerators.Shehadwantedtoseethem,becausethesenseoftriumphwithinherwasboundtothem,toherloveforthem,tothereasonofthelife-workshehadchosen.Intheabnormalclarityofaviolentemotion,shefeltasifshewereabouttograspsomethingshehadneverknownandhadtoknow.Shelaughedaloud,butheardnosoundofit;nothingcouldbeheardthroughthecontinuousexplosion."TheJohnGaltLine!"sheshouted,fortheamusementoffeelinghervoicesweptawayfromherlips.
