Атлант расправил плечи
The Concerto of Deliverance
Yetyouproposeaplantodestroyme,aplanwhichdemands,withanidiot’scrudeness,withoutloopholes,detoursorescape,thatIworkataloss—thatIwork,witheverytonIpourcostingmemorethanI’llgetforit—thatIfeedthelastofmywealthawayuntilweallstarvetogether.Thatmuchirrationalityisnotpossibletoanymanoranylooter.Foryourownsake—nevermindthecountry’sormine—youmustbecountingonsomething.What?"
Hesawthegetting-away-with-itlookontheirfaces,apeculiarlookthatseemedsecretive,yetresentful,asif,incredibly,itwerehewhowashidingsomesecretfromthem.
"Idon’tseewhyyoushouldchoosetotakesuchadefeatistviewofthesituation,"saidMouchsullenly.
"Defeatist?DoyoureallyexpectmetobeabletoremaininbusinessunderyourPlan?"
"Butit’sonlytemporary!"
"There’snosuchthingasatemporarysuicide."
"Butit’sonlyforthedurationoftheemergency!Onlyuntilthecountryrecovers!"
"Howdoyouexpectittorecover?"
Therewasnoanswer.
"HowdoyouexpectmetoproduceafterIgobankrupt?"
"Youwon’tgobankrupt.You’llalwaysproduce,"saidDr.Ferrisindifferently,neitherinpraisenorinblame,merelyinthetoneofstatingafactofnature,ashewouldhavesaidtoanotherman:You’llalwaysbeabum."Youcan’thelpit.
