[b]Ayn Rand from The Fountainhead
Every loneliness is a pinnacle.[/b]
Unfortunately, I’m one of the very few who agree.
A building has integrity just like a man. And just as seldom.
Of course as she understood it integrity involved thinking exactly like she did. And without a smidgeon of irony.
The world is perishing from an orgy of self-sacrifice.
Unless of course that’s just natural.
Degrees of ability vary, but the basic principle remains the same: the degree of a man’s independence, initiative and personal love for his work determines his talent as a worker and his worth as a man. Independence is the only gauge of human virtue and value. What a man is and makes of himself; not what he has or hasn’t done for others. There is no substitute for personal dignity. There is no standard of personal dignity except independence.
Again the great irony here being that by its very nature capitalism thrives on the alienation of labor.
Why no. I’m too conceited. If you want to call it that. I don’t make comparisons. I never think of myself in relation to anyone else. I just refuse to measure myself as part of anything. I’m an utter egotist.
Again the great irony here being that all others must measure their own values against hers.
Have you noticed that the imbecile always smiles?
Hell, I’m always imagining the imbeciles here smiling.