Атлант расправил плечи
The Moratorium on Brains
WhoeverattemptstoproducethatMetal,willfindhisfurnacesblownup,hismachineryblasted,hisshipmentswrecked,hisplantsetonfire—somanythingswillhappentoanymanwhotriesit,thatpeoplewillsaythere’sacurseonit,andtherewillsoonbenoworkerinthecountrywillingtoentertheplantofanynewproducerofReardenMetal.IfmenlikeBoylethinkthatforceisalltheyneedtorobtheirbetters—letthemseewhathappenswhenoneoftheirbetterschoosestoresorttoforce.Iwantedyoutoknow,Mr.Rearden,thatnoneofthemwillproduceyourMetalnormakeapennyonit."
Becausehefeltanexultantdesiretolaugh—ashehadlaughedatthenewsofWyatt’sfire,ashehadlaughedatthecrashofd’AnconiaCopper—andknewthatifhedid,thethinghefearedwouldholdhim,wouldnotreleasehimthistime,andhewouldneverseehismillsagain—Reardendrewbackand,foramoment,kepthislipsclosedtighttoutternosound.Whenthemomentwasover,hesaidquietly,hisvoicefirmanddead,"Takethatgoldofyoursandgetawayfromhere.Iwon’tacceptthehelpofacriminal."
Danneskjold’sfaceshowednoreaction."Icannotforceyoutoacceptthegold,Mr.Rearden.ButIwillnottakeitback.Youmayleaveitlyingwhereitis,ifyouwish."
"Idon’twantyourhelpandIdon’tintendtoprotectyou.IfIwerewithinreachofaphone,Iwouldcallthepolice.IwouldandIwill,ifyoueverattempttoapproachmeagain.I’lldoit—inself-protection.
