Атлант расправил плечи
Wyatt’s torch
Iwasmuchmoredemocraticthanthat.It’stherealworkersthatinterestedme.Thecommonmen.Theyallknewmebysight.Iusedtocomeintotheshopsandtheywouldwaveandshout,‘Hello,Gene.’That’swhattheycalledme—Gene.ButI’msurethisisofnointeresttoyou.It’spasthistory.NowifyoureallycametoWashingtoninordertotalktomeaboutyourrailroad"—hestraightenedupbriskly,thebomber-planeposereturning—"Idon’tknowwhetherIcanpromiseyouanyspecialconsideration,inasmuchasImustholdthenationalwelfareaboveanyprivateprivilegesorinterestswhich—"
"Ididn’tcometotalktoyouaboutmyrailroad,"shesaid,lookingathiminbewilderment."Ihavenodesiretotalktoyouaboutmyrailroad."
"No?"Hesoundeddisappointed.
"No.Icameforinformationaboutthemotorfactory.Couldyoupossiblyrecallthenamesofanyoftheengineerswhoworkedthere?"
"Idon’tbelieveIeverinquiredabouttheirnames.Iwasn’tconcernedwiththeparasitesofofficeandlaboratory.Iwasconcernedwiththerealworkers—themenofcallousedhandswhokeepafactorygoing.Theyweremyfriends."
"Canyougivemeafewoftheirnames?Anynames,ofanyonewhoworkedthere?"
"MydearMissTaggart,itwassolongago,therewerethousandsofthem,howcanIremember?"
"Can’tyourecallone,anyone?"
"Icertainlycannot.