The end is in sight...for Atlas Shrugged at least. Here I am 100 pages away from the speech of dear ol' Galt, and yet I can't bring myself to read any more. I find myself telling people it is September 2nd, and I feel like bursting into tears at the sight of it. It is like a piece of me will end along with this story. It is bad enough she had to steal my Taggart/Rearden fantasy from me!
I look back on the past weeks and how this book has shaped me. It started out as a mindless joke, and now, now I don't even know what I have become. Why can't I be swept away to Galt's Gulch by the "destroyer"? Why must I live in a world full of corruption and bad judgement? Who is John Galt?
Recently I saw a showing of the movie Julie and Julia. Now, I will not badger you any more with one of my not-so-famous critiques, but will just briefly discuss one point. Julie's blog changed her through the countless recipies and life experiences. If I can succeed half as much as she did, my time will not be wasted.
So, to ease my suffering and bring new life and goals to this blog, I have decided not only to yammer on with my various columns, critiques, late night poems, and thoughts, but to create a better me by working my way through everything Ayn Rand. That is correct readers, I will read all of Ayn Rand's fiction by New Years, and all of her nonfiction by the end of the school year. Wish me luck, I'm off to tackle a few pages!
Completed:
Anthemn
Still to Come:
We the Living
The Romantic Manifesto
Introduction to Objectivist Epistemology
Capitalism: The Unknown Ideal
In Progress:
The Fountainhead
The Virtue of Selfishness
Atlas Shrugged
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