Атлант расправил плечи
The Moratorium on Brains
"Whoareyou?"askedRearden.
"Thefriendofthefriendless."
"Didyoucomeheretogivethistome?"
"Yes."
"Doyoumeanthatyouhadtostalkmeatnight,onalonelyroad,inorder,nottorobme,buttohandmeabarofgold?"
"Yes."
"Why?"
"Whenrobberyisdoneinopendaylightbysanctionofthelaw,asitisdonetoday,thenanyactofhonororrestitutionhastobehiddenunderground."
"WhatmadeyouthinkthatI’dacceptagiftofthiskind?"
"Itisnotagift,Mr.Rearden.Itisyourownmoney.ButIhaveonefavortoaskofyou.Itisarequest,notacondition,becausetherecanbenosuchthingasconditionalproperty.Thegoldisyours,soyouarefreetouseitasyouplease.ButIriskedmylifetobringittoyoutonight,soIamasking,asafavor,thatyousaveitforthefutureorspenditonyourself.Onnothingbutyourowncomfortandpleasure.Donotgiveitawayand,aboveall,donotputitintoyourbusiness."
"Why?"
"BecauseIdon’twantittobeofanybenefittoanybodybutyou.
Otherwise,Iwillhavebrokenanoathtakenlongago—asIambreakingeveryruleIhadsetformyselfbyspeakingtoyoutonight."
"Whatdoyoumean?"
"Ihavebeencollectingthismoneyforyouforalongtime.
