Атлант расправил плечи
The John Galt line
Theirvoices,evenherown,hadatoneshehadneverheardbefore.Whentheyrosefromthetable,shewasastonishedtonoticethatthecandlesweretheonlyilluminationoftheroom:shehadfeltasifsheweresittinginaviolentlight.
EllisWyattpickeduphisglass,lookedattheirfacesandsaid,"Totheworldasitseemstoberightnow!"
Heemptiedtheglasswithasinglemovement.
Sheheardthecrashoftheglassagainstthewallinthesameinstantthatshesawacirclingcurrent—fromthecurveofhisbodytothesweepofhisarmtotheterribleviolenceofhishandthatflungtheglassacrosstheroom.Itwasnottheconventionalgesturemeantascelebration,itwasthegestureofarebelliousanger,theviciousgesturewhichismovementsubstitutedforascreamofpain.
"Ellis,"shewhispered,"what’sthematter?"
Heturnedtolookather.Withthesameviolentsuddenness,hiseyeswereclear,hisfacewascalm;whatfrightenedherwasseeinghimsmilegently."I’msorry,"hesaid."Nevermind.We’lltrytothinkthatitwilllast."
Theearthbelowwasstreakedwithmoonlight,whenWyattledthemupanoutsidestairwaytothesecondfloorofthehouse,totheopengalleryatthedoorsoftheguestrooms.Hewishedthemgoodnightandtheyheardhisstepsdescendingthestairs.Themoonlightseemedtodrainsoundasitdrainedcolor.
