Powell's Soliloquy

To print, or not to print--that is the question:
Whether 'tis nobler for the Treasury to suffer
The slings and arrows of honest money
Or to take arms against a sea of prudent retainers
And by opposing end them. To multiply, to fractionalise--
Forever more--and by multiplication to claim we end
The unpredictability, and the thousand booms and busts
The economy would be heir to. 'Tis a consummation
Devoutly to be wished. To multiply, to fractionalise--
To fractionalise--perchance to inflate: ay, there's the rub,
For in that inflation of death, what deflations may follow
When we have shuffled off this mortal lie,
Must not give us pause. For there's the reciprocal
That makes calumny of so vile a scam
For who would bear the ponzy scheme
The oppressor's wrong, the proud financier's contumely
The pangs of despised usury, the law's delay,
The insolence of office, the psycho's
Impatient rape th' worthy takes,
When he himself might his quietus make
With a golden ducat? Who would fardels bear,
To grunt and sweat under onerous usury,
But that goodly human nature wills ignorance of the system,
The unfamiliar criminal Erebus, from whose bourn
No fruits of toil return, puzzles the honest mind,
And makes them rather bear those ills
Than fly to deductions more terrible than natural man can bear?
Thus indolence does make slaves of them all,
And thus the native hue of resistance
Is sicklied o'er with the pale cast of mass media,
And their enterprise of great pitch and moment
Will this regard turn full my coffers
And they lose the capacity for action. -- Soft you now,
The fair consumer! -- Nymph, in thy orisons
Be all my sins forgotten.


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