Атлант расправил плечи
The Man who belonged on Earth
"Heutterednothingbutuncertainopinionsaboutphysicalnature—andnothingbutcategoricalimperativesaboutmen.
"Mr.Rearden,"hehadsaidonce,"ifyoufeelyou’dliketohandoutmoreoftheMetaltofriendsofyours—Imean,inbiggerhauls—itcouldbearranged,youknow.Whydon’tweapplyforaspecialpermissiononthegroundofessentialneed?I’vegotafewfriendsinWashington.Yourfriendsareprettyimportantpeople,bigbusinessmen,soitwouldn’tbedifficulttogetawaywiththeessentialneeddodge.Ofcourse,therewouldbeafewexpenses.ForthingsinWashington,youknowhowitis,thingsalwaysoccasionexpenses."
"Whatthings?"
"YouunderstandwhatImean."
"No,"Reardenhadsaid,"Idon’t.Whydon’tyouexplainittome?"
Theboyhadlookedathimuncertainly,weigheditinhismind,thencomeoutwith:"It’sbadpsychology."
"Whatis?"
"Youknow,Mr.Rearden,it’snotnecessarytousesuchwordsasthat."
"Aswhat?"
"Wordsarerelative.They’reonlysymbols.Ifwedon’tuseuglysymbols,wewon’thaveanyugliness.Whydoyouwantmetosaythingsoneway,whenI’vealreadysaidthemanother?"
"WhichwaydoIwantyoutosaythem?"
"Whydoyouwantmeto?"
"Forthesamereasonthatyoudon’t.
