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- Стр. 1033/1581
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Every
living
thing
must
grow
.
It
can
’
t
stand
still
.
It
must
grow
or
perish
.
Look
—
"
He
pointed
at
a
plant
fighting
upward
from
under
the
weight
of
a
rock
—
a
long
,
gnarled
stem
,
contorted
by
an
unnatural
struggle
,
with
drooping
,
yellow
remnants
of
unformed
leaves
and
a
single
green
shoot
thrust
upward
to
the
sun
with
the
desperation
of
a
last
,
spent
,
inadequate
effort
.
"
That
’
s
what
they
’
re
doing
to
us
back
there
in
hell
.
Do
you
see
me
submitting
to
it
?
"
"
No
,
"
she
whispered
.
"
Do
you
see
him
submitting
?
"
He
pointed
at
Galt
.
"
God
,
no
!
"
"
Then
don
’
t
be
astonished
by
anything
you
see
in
this
valley
.
"
She
remained
silent
when
they
drove
on
.
Galt
said
nothing
.
On
a
distant
mountainside
,
in
the
dense
green
of
a
forest
,
she
saw
a
pine
tree
slanting
down
suddenly
,
tracing
a
curve
,
like
the
hand
of
a
clock
,
then
crashing
abruptly
out
of
sight
.
She
knew
that
it
was
a
manmade
motion
.
"
Who
’
s
the
lumberjack
around
here
?
"
she
asked
.
