Атлант расправил плечи
The Aristocracy of pull
Taggart’seyessweptoverthecrowdonceinawhile,swiftlyandfurtively,inthemannerofaprowler’sflashlight;this,inthemuscularshorthandlegibletoOrrenBoyle,meantthatTaggartwaslookingforsomeoneanddidnotwantanyonetoknowit.ThesearchendedwhenEugeneLawsoncametoshakeTaggart’shandandtosay,hiswetlowerliptwistinglikeacushiontosoftentheblow,"Mr.Mouchcouldn’tcome,Jim,Mr.Mouchissosorry,hehadaspecialplanechartered,butatthelastminutethingscameup,crucialnationalproblems,youknow."Taggartstoodstill,didnotanswerandfrowned.
OrrenBoyleburstoutlaughing.Taggartturnedtohimsosharplythattheothersmeltedawaywithoutwaitingforacommandtovanish.
"Whatdoyouthinkyou’redoing?"snappedTaggart.
"Havingagoodtime,Jimmy,justhavingagoodtime,"saidBoyle."Wesleyisyourboy,wasn’the?"
"Iknowsomebodywho’smyboyandhe’dbetternotforgetit."
"Who?Larkin?Well,no,Idon’tthinkyou’retalkingaboutLarkin.
Andifit’snotLarkinthatyou’retalkingabout,whythenIthinkyououghttobecarefulinyouruseofthepossessivepronouns.Idon’tmindtheageclassification,IknowIlookyoungformyyears,butI’mjustallergictopronouns."
"That’sverysmart,butyou’regoingtogettoosmartoneofthesedays.
