I’m reading Atlas Shrugged once again. The last time I read it was sometime early in the 90s. The first time I read it was sometime in the 80s. I don’t agree with everything that the book concludes, but I have very strong feelings about everything it concludes. Agree or disagree, it’s a powerful book. You can’t read it without exposing something raw in yourself.
Reading this book is causing me some problems this time around. My nights are either sleepless or filled with bad dreams. Before, the realism of the situations in the book was striking, but the scenario seemed somehow distant, almost like science fiction. Now, the abominations visited upon the people by the government in the book aren’t in some distant “it could be this way . . .” The abominations are NOW. (more…)
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