Атлант расправил плечи
The Moratorium on Brains
"Idepositthegoldinabank—inagold-standardbank,Mr.Rearden—totheaccountofmenwhoareitsrightfulowners.Theyarethemenofsuperlativeabilitywhomadetheirfortunesbypersonaleffort,infreetrade,usingnocompulsion,nohelpfromthegovernment.Theyarethegreatvictimswhohavecontributedthemostandsufferedtheworstinjusticeinreturn.Theirnamesarewritteninmybookofrestitution.EveryloadofgoldwhichIbringbackisdividedamongthemanddepositedtotheiraccounts."
"Whoarethey?"
"You’reoneofthem,Mr.Rearden.Icannotcomputeallthemoneythathasbeenextortedfromyou—inhiddentaxes,inregulations,inwastedtime,inlosteffort,inenergyspenttoovercomeartificialobstacles.Icannotcomputethesum,butifyouwishtoseeitsmagnitude—lookaroundyou.Theextentofthemiserynowspreadingthroughthisonceprosperouscountryistheextentoftheinjusticewhichyouhavesuffered.Ifmenrefusetopaythedebttheyoweyou,thisisthemannerinwhichtheywillpayforit.Butthereisonepartofthedebtwhichiscomputedandonrecord.ThatisthepartwhichIhavemadeitmypurposetocollectandreturntoyou."
"Whatisthat?"
"Yourincometax,Mr.Rearden."
"What?"
"Yourincometaxforthelasttwelveyears."
"Youintendtorefundthat?"
"Infullandingold,Mr.Rearden.
