Атлант расправил плечи
The Utopia of Greed
Itisnotsuccess,butcalamitythatweregardastheabnormalexceptioninhumanlife."
Galtaccompaniedhimtothedoor,thencameback,satdownatthetableandinaleisurelymannerreachedforanothercupofcoffee.
Sheshottoherfeet,asifflungbyajetofpressurebreakingasafetyvalve."DoyouthinkthatI’lleveraccepthismoney?"
Hewaiteduntilthecurvingstreakofcoffeehadfilledhiscup,thenglancedupatherandanswered,"Yes,Ithinkso."
"Well,Iwon’t!Iwon’tlethimriskhislifeforit!"
"Youhavenochoiceaboutthat."
"Ihavethechoicenevertoclaimit!"
"Yes,youhave."
"Thenitwilllieinthatbanktilldoomsday!"
"No,itwon’t.Ifyoudon’tclaimit,somepartofit—averysmallpart—willbeturnedovertomeinyourname."
"Inmyname?Why?"
"Topayforyourroomandboard."
Shestaredathim,herlookofangerswitchingtobewilderment,thendroppedslowlybackonherchair.
Hesmiled."Howlongdidyouthinkyouweregoingtostayhere,MissTaggart?"Hesawherstartledlookofhelplessness."Youhaven’tthoughtofit?Ihave.You’regoingtostayhereforamonth.Fortheonemonthofourvacation,liketherestofus.Iamnotaskingforyourconsent—youdidnotaskforourswhenyoucamehere.
