Атлант расправил плечи
The Moratorium on Brains
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"Didyousaythatyou’vespentalongtimecollectingthismoneyforme?"
"Ihavecollectedmuchmorethanthis."Hepointedatthegold."IamholdingitinyournameandIwillturnitovertoyouwhenthetimecomes.Thisisonlyasample,asproofthatitdoesexist.Andifyoureachthedaywhenyoufindyourselfrobbedofthelastofyourfortune,Iwantyoutorememberthatyouhavealargebankaccountwaitingforyou."
"Whataccount?"
"Ifyoutrytothinkofallthemoneythathasbeentakenfromyoubyforce,youwillknowthatyouraccountrepresentsaconsiderablesum."
"Howdidyoucollectit?Wheredidthisgoldcomefrom?"
"Itwastakenfromthosewhorobbedyou."
"Takenbywhom?"
"Byme."
"Whoareyou?"
"RagnarDanneskjold."
Reardenlookedathimforalong,stillmoment,thenletthegoldfalloutofhishands.
Danneskjold’seyesdidnotfollowittotheground,butremainedfixedonReardenwithnochangeofexpression."WouldyouratherIwerealaw-abidingcitizen,Mr.Rearden?Ifso,whichlawshouldIabideby?Directive10-289?"
"RagnarDanneskjold..."saidRearden,asifhewereseeingthewholeofthepastdecade,asifhewerelookingattheenormityofacrimespreadthroughtenyearsandheldwithintwowords.
