Атлант расправил плечи
Wyatt’s torch
Apileofbreakfastdisheslayinthesink;apotofstewsimmeredonthestove,emittingsteamwiththegreasyodorofcheapmeat;adustytypewriterstoodamongthepapersonthetable.
"TheTwentiethCenturyMotorCompany,"saidLeeHunsacker,"wasoneofthemostillustriousnamesinthehistoryofAmericanindustry.Iwasthepresidentofthatcompany.Iownedthatfactory.
Buttheywouldn’tgivemeachance."
"YouwerenotthepresidentoftheTwentiethCenturyMotorCompany,wereyou?IbelieveyouheadedacorporationcalledAmalgamatedService?"
"Yes,yes,butit’sthesamething.Wetookovertheirfactory.Weweregoingtodojustaswellastheydid.Better.Wewerejustasimportant.WhothehellwasJedStarnesanyway?Nothingbutabackwoodsgaragemechanic—didyouknowthatthat’showhestarted?—withoutanybackgroundatall.MyfamilyoncebelongedtotheNewYorkFourHundred.Mygrandfatherwasamemberofthenationallegislature.It’snotmyfaultthatmyfathercouldn’taffordtogivemeacarofmyown,whenhesentmetoschool.Alltheotherboyshadcars.Myfamilynamewasjustasgoodasanyoftheirs.WhenIwenttocollege—"Hebrokeoffabruptly."Whatnewspaperdidyousayyou’refrom?"
Shehadgivenhimhername;shedidnotknowwhyshenowfeltgladthathehadnotrecognizeditandwhyshepreferrednottoenlightenhim.