Атлант расправил плечи
The Sacred and the Profane
Themanwhobuiltitmusthavehadagoodreasonforexpectingittocarryaheavytrafficintheyearsahead."
"Yes..."
"Idon’tlikethelooksofthis."
"Idon’teither."Thenshesmiled."Butthinkhowoftenwe’veheardpeoplecomplainthatbillboardsruintheappearanceofthecountryside.
Well,there’stheunruinedcountrysideforthemtoadmire."Sheadded,"They’rethepeopleIhate."
Shedidnotwanttofeeltheuneasinesswhichshefeltlikeathincrackunderherenjoymentofthisday.Shehadfeltthatuneasinessattimes,inthelastthreeweeks,atthesightofthecountrystreamingpastthewedgeofthecar’shood.Shesmiled:itwasthehoodthathadbeentheimmovablepointinherfieldofvision,whiletheearthhadgoneby,itwasthehoodthathadbeenthecenter,thefocus,thesecurityinablurred,dissolvingworld...thehoodbeforeherandRearden’shandsonthewheelbyherside...shesmiled,thinkingthatshewassatisfiedtoletthisbetheshapeofherworld.
Afterthefirstweekoftheirwandering,whentheyhaddrivenatrandom,atthemercyofunknowncrossroads,hehadsaidtoheronemorningastheystartedout,"Dagny,doesrestinghavetobepurposeless?"Shehadlaughed,answering,"No.
