-
Главная
-
- Книги
-
- Авторы
-
- Айн Рэнд
-
- Атлант расправил плечи
-
- Стр. 280/1581
Для того чтобы воспользоваться озвучкой предложений, необходимо
Войти или зарегистрироваться
Озвучка предложений доступна при наличии PRO-доступа
Купить PRO-доступ
"
About
anything
being
worth
a
damn
.
It
’
s
dust
,
lady
,
all
of
it
,
dust
and
blood
.
Don
’
t
believe
the
dreams
they
pump
you
full
of
,
and
you
won
’
t
get
hurt
.
"
"
What
dreams
?
"
"
The
stories
they
tell
you
when
you
’
re
young
—
about
the
human
spirit
.
There
isn
’
t
any
human
spirit
.
Man
is
just
a
low
-
grade
animal
,
without
intellect
,
without
soul
,
without
virtues
or
moral
values
.
An
animal
with
only
two
capacities
:
to
eat
and
to
reproduce
.
"
His
gaunt
face
,
with
staring
eyes
and
shrunken
features
that
had
been
delicate
,
still
retained
a
trace
of
distinction
.
He
looked
like
the
hulk
of
an
evangelist
or
a
professor
of
esthetics
who
had
spent
years
in
contemplation
in
obscure
museums
.
She
wondered
what
had
destroyed
him
,
what
error
on
the
way
could
bring
a
man
to
this
.
"
You
go
through
life
looking
for
beauty
,
for
greatness
,
for
some
sublime
achievement
,
"
he
said
.
"
And
what
do
you
find
?
A
lot
of
trick
machinery
for
making
upholstered
cars
or
inner
-
spring
mattresses
.
"
"
What
’
s
wrong
with
inner
-
spring
mattresses
?
"
said
a
man
who
looked
like
a
truck
driver
.
"
Don
’
t
mind
him
,
lady
.
He
likes
to
hear
himself
talk
.
He
don
’
t
mean
no
harm
.
"
"
Man
’
s
only
talent
is
an
ignoble
cunning
for
satisfying
the
needs
of
his
body
,
"
said
the
old
bum
.
"
No
intelligence
is
required
for
that
.
Don
’
t
believe
the
stories
about
man
’
s
mind
,
his
spirit
,
his
ideals
,
his
sense
of
unlimited
ambition
.
"
"
I
don
’
t
,
"
said
a
young
boy
who
sat
at
the
end
of
the
counter
.
He
wore
a
coat
ripped
across
one
shoulder
;
his
square
-
shaped
mouth
seemed
formed
by
the
bitterness
of
a
lifetime
.
