Sep. 4th, 2012

monk222: (Mori: by tiger_ace)
We are the fools of time and terror: Days
Steal on us and steal from us; yet we live,
Loathing our life, and dreading still to die.


-- Lord Byron, "Manfred"
monk222: (Mori: by tiger_ace)
We are the fools of time and terror: Days
Steal on us and steal from us; yet we live,
Loathing our life, and dreading still to die.


-- Lord Byron, "Manfred"

Ted Bundy

Sep. 4th, 2012 12:00 pm
monk222: (Bonobo Thinking)
Asked by a prison interviewer to describe his crimes, [Ted Bundy] said: “How do you describe what a quiche tastes like? Or what the juice of a bouillabaisse is like or why it tastes the way it does?” He added, “Some people taste clams” while others “mullet and the mussels.”

-- New York Times

Ted Bundy

Sep. 4th, 2012 12:00 pm
monk222: (Bonobo Thinking)
Asked by a prison interviewer to describe his crimes, [Ted Bundy] said: “How do you describe what a quiche tastes like? Or what the juice of a bouillabaisse is like or why it tastes the way it does?” He added, “Some people taste clams” while others “mullet and the mussels.”

-- New York Times

John Updike

Sep. 4th, 2012 04:11 pm
monk222: (Flight)


“I think books should have secrets, like people do. I think they should be there as a bonus for the sensitive reader or there as a kind of subliminal quavering.”

-- John Updike

John Updike

Sep. 4th, 2012 04:11 pm
monk222: (Flight)


“I think books should have secrets, like people do. I think they should be there as a bonus for the sensitive reader or there as a kind of subliminal quavering.”

-- John Updike
monk222: (Flight)
When we first see Hank Rearden himself, it is through Ms. Rand’s most cinematic lens. He is in his mill watching the first batch of Rearden metal coming together.

_ _ _

Swinging through the darkness of the shed, the red glare kept slashing the face of a man who stood in a distant corner; he stood leaning against a column, watching. The glare cut a moment’s wedge across his eyes, which had the color and quality of pale blue ice - then across the black web of the metal column and the ash-blond strands of his hair -then across the belt of his trenchcoat and the pockets where he held his hands. His body was tall and gaunt; he had always been too tall for those around him. His face was cut by prominent cheekbones and by a few sharp lines; they were not the lines of age, he had always had them: this had made him look old at twenty, and young now, at forty-five. Ever since he could remember, he had been told that his face was ugly, because it was unyielding and cruel, because it was expressionless. It remained expressionless now, as he looked at the metal. He was Hank Rearden.

-- “Atlas Shrugged” by Ayn Rand

_ _ _

Yes, Ms. Rand has a thing for Super Aryans, as is evident throughout her novel and her characterizations, so that you can imagine the characters on her book covers wearing Nazi armbands, which is especially striking for a Jewess, especially one who lived through the Nazi era.

Accordingly, I think her word choice ‘ugly’ is too heavy handed in the penultimate line, because I am sure we are supposed to understand that he is one hunky and handsome superman. She is obviously trying to emphasize the idea that the common herd cannot begin to understand the Randian uber-class of creators and producers. Perhaps she should have used the word ‘harsh’. Randian heroes are ruthlessly selfish.
monk222: (Flight)
When we first see Hank Rearden himself, it is through Ms. Rand’s most cinematic lens. He is in his mill watching the first batch of Rearden metal coming together.

_ _ _

Swinging through the darkness of the shed, the red glare kept slashing the face of a man who stood in a distant corner; he stood leaning against a column, watching. The glare cut a moment’s wedge across his eyes, which had the color and quality of pale blue ice - then across the black web of the metal column and the ash-blond strands of his hair -then across the belt of his trenchcoat and the pockets where he held his hands. His body was tall and gaunt; he had always been too tall for those around him. His face was cut by prominent cheekbones and by a few sharp lines; they were not the lines of age, he had always had them: this had made him look old at twenty, and young now, at forty-five. Ever since he could remember, he had been told that his face was ugly, because it was unyielding and cruel, because it was expressionless. It remained expressionless now, as he looked at the metal. He was Hank Rearden.

-- “Atlas Shrugged” by Ayn Rand

_ _ _

Yes, Ms. Rand has a thing for Super Aryans, as is evident throughout her novel and her characterizations, so that you can imagine the characters on her book covers wearing Nazi armbands, which is especially striking for a Jewess, especially one who lived through the Nazi era.

Accordingly, I think her word choice ‘ugly’ is too heavy handed in the penultimate line, because I am sure we are supposed to understand that he is one hunky and handsome superman. She is obviously trying to emphasize the idea that the common herd cannot begin to understand the Randian uber-class of creators and producers. Perhaps she should have used the word ‘harsh’. Randian heroes are ruthlessly selfish.

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