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The Moratorium on Brains
Ihave,inmyfiles,copiesofallyourincometaxreturnsforthelasttwelveyears,aswellasthereturnsofallmyotherclients.Ihavefriendsinsomeastonishingplaces,whoobtainthecopiesIneed.Idividethemoneyamongmyclientsinproportiontothesumsextortedfromthem.Mostofmyaccountshavenowbeenpaidtotheirowners.Yoursisthelargestonelefttosettle.Onthedaywhenyouwillbereadytoclaimit—thedaywhenI’llknowthatnopennyofitwillgobacktosupportthelooters—Iwillturnyouraccountovertoyou.Untilthen—"Heglanceddownatthegoldontheground."Pickitup,Mr.Rearden.It’snotstolen.It’syours."
Reardenwouldnotmoveoranswerorlookdown.
"Muchmorethanthatliesinthebank,inyourname."
"Whatbank?"
"DoyourememberMidasMulliganofChicago?"
"Yes,ofcourse."
"AllmyaccountsaredepositedattheMulliganBank."
"ThereisnoMulliganBankinChicago."
"ItisnotinChicago."
Reardenletamomentpass."Whereisit?"
"Ithinkthatyouwillknowitbeforelong,Mr.Rearden.ButIcannottellyounow."Headded,"Imusttellyou,however,thatIamtheonlyoneresponsibleforthisundertaking.Itismyownpersonalmission.Nooneisinvolvedinitbutmeandthemenofmyship’screw.
