Атлант расправил плечи
The Man who belonged on Earth
"Inanotheryear,evenyouwon’taskthatquestion,Dr.Stadler.Letusputitthisway:Mr.Mouchisthemanwhoisrationingoil—forthetimebeing."
"ThenIsuggestthatyousticktoyourjob.DealwithMr.Mouchandleavehimtherealmofoilfurnaces,butleavetherealmofideastome."
"Itwouldbecurioustotrytoformulatethelineofdemarcation,"saidDr.Ferris,inthetoneofanidleacademicremark."Butifwe’retalkingaboutmybook,why,thenwe’retalkingabouttherealmofpublicrelations."Heturnedtopointsolicitouslyatthemathematicalformulaschalkedontheblackboard."Dr.Stadler,itwouldbedisastrousifyouallowedtherealmofpublicrelationstodistractyoufromtheworkwhichyoualoneoneartharecapableofdoing."
Itwassaidwithobsequiousdeference,andDr.Stadlercouldnottellwhatmadehimhearinitthesentence:"Sticktoyourblackboard!"
Hefeltabitingirritationandheswitcheditagainsthimself,thinkingangrilythathehadtogetridofthesesuspicions.
"Publicrelations?"hesaidcontemptuously."Idon’tseeanypracticalpurposeinyourbook.Idon’tseewhatit’sintendedtoaccomplish."
"Don’tyou?"Dr.Ferris’eyesflickeredbrieflytohisface;thesparkleofinsolencewastooswifttobeidentifiedwithcertainty.
"Icannotpermitmyselftoconsidercertainthingsaspossibleinacivilizedsociety,"Dr.
