bəzi şeylərin belə üst-üstə düşməsi müxtəlif zamanlarda müxtəlif tonda gülümsəməyimə səbəb olur. son zamanlarda çoxdandır məni həyəcanlandıran insanlarla tanış olmadığım barədə düşünürdüm. ayn rand-in atlas shrugged kitabı bəlkə də on ildir oxumaq istədiyim kitablar siyahısında durur. çox uzun olduğu üçün hər dəfə başqa kitaba dəyişirdim, bir gün işdən çıxanda dedim artıq vaxtıdır, mağazanın bağlanmasına az qalmış gedib aldım. və yorğun bir günün sonunda bu hissəsini oxdum:
"He was tired. It was as if he had run a race against his own body, and all the exhaustion of years, which he refused to acknowledge, had caught him at once and flattened him against the desk top. He felt nothing, except the desire not to move. He did not have the strength to feel-not even to suffer. He had burned everything there was to burn within him; he had scattered so many sparks to start so many things-and he wondered whether someone could give him now the spark he needed, now when he felt unable ever to rise again. He asked himself who had started him and kept him going. Then he raised his head. Slowly, with the greatest effort of his life, he made his body rise until he was able to sit upright with only one hand pressed to the desk and a trembling arm to support him. He never asked that question again."
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