Whoo! 190 pages into The Fountainhead and counting! It truely is an amazing experience to dive head first into a new project, and I am loving every bit of it (and Howard Roark!). The Fountainhead seems to be the classic one man against the world plot with a twist (wow, that sentence was absolutely unoriginal).
So, moving on to the title of today's post. I have finally decided to discuss the matter of Miss Rand's choice of names. Atlas Shrugged thrilled me with the amazingly sexy names of John Galt (just the way the "t" flicks off your tongue), Dagny Taggart (again, I have a thing for the letter "t"), Hank/Henry Rearden, Francisco d'Anconia (whose name I have been spelling wrong until now), and Ragnar Danneskjold. Now, Fountainhead (as I am nicknaming it) has too excited my soul with Dominique Francon and the last name of Roark.
However, on the other end of the spectrum I have to question one simple little name. Howard? Howard? Howard! I imagine a "Howard" as a fat senile old man who sits at his desk smoking cigars (without dollar signs on them). Plus, no matter how large of a fan I am of Keating, Peter makes me think of a cyborg. Perhaps it is because he acts like one (I have a strong desire to smash him over the head with a pumpkin for what he is putting Catherine through).
Dominique continues to humor me. I personally couldn't resist bursting out into hysterical laughter at Peter's attempt to kiss her. I understand what she is feeling, sometimes you really do want to want something. I feel as if she is more of a match to Cherryl Taggart than to Dagny Taggart.
That is all for now, happy reading!
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