Атлант расправил плечи
The Sacred and the Profane
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"Whom?"
"Whoever’sgettingyoudown.Itisn’tright."
"Whatisn’t?"
"Thatyoushouldfeelthisway.You’vehadatoughtime,butyou’velickedthemall,soyououghttoenjoyyourselfnow.You’veearnedit."
"AndhowdoyouproposethatIenjoymyself?"
"Oh,Idon’tknow.ButIthoughtyou’dbehavingacelebrationtonight,apartywithallthebigshots,andchampagne,andthingsgiventoyou,likekeystocities,arealswankpartylikethat—insteadofwalkingaroundallbyyourself,shoppingforpaperhandkerchiefs,ofallfoolthings!"
"Yougivemethosehandkerchiefs,beforeyouforgetthemaltogether,"hesaid,handingheradime."Andastotheswankparty,diditoccurtoyouthatImightnotwanttoseeanybodytonight?"
Sheconsidereditearnestly."No,"shesaid,"Ihadn’tthoughtofit.
ButIcanseewhyyouwouldn’t."
"Why?"Itwasaquestiontowhichhebadnoanswer.
"Nobody’sreallygoodenoughforyou,Mr.Taggart,"sheansweredverysimply,notasflattery,butasamatteroffact.
"Isthatwhatyouthink?"
"Idon’tthinkIlikepeopleverymuch,Mr.Taggart.Notmostofthem."
"Idon’teither.Notanyofthem.
