I know I'm early, but...
I wanted to write this now, when I'm certain I'll have the time. Tomorrow marks the 100th anniversary of novelist and philosopher Ayn Rand. Rather than write a post regaling her achievements and listing links, I'll direct you to Cox and Forkum's page
, which does an admirable job of that. Instead, I'll share a small vignette from the Fountainhead, which captures my feelings towards Ayn Rand, and what her achievements mean to me personally:
After a long time he glanced about him--and then he saw that he was not alone. Some steps away from him a man sat on a boulder, looking down at the valley. The man seemed absorbed in the sight and had not heard his approach. The man was tall and gaunt and had orange hair.
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He walked straight to the man, who turned his eyes to him; the eyes were grey and calm; the boy knew suddenly that they felt the same thing, and he could speak as he would not speak to a stranger anywhere else.
"That isn't real, is it?" the boy asked, pointing down.
"Why, yes, it is, now," the man answered.
"It's not a movie set, or a trick of some kind?"
"No. It's a summer resort. It's just been completed. It will be opened in a few weeks."
"Who built it?"
"What's your name?"
"Thank you," said the boy. He knew that the steady eyes looking at him understood everything these two words had to cover. Howard Roark inclinced his head, in acknowledgment.
Wheeling his bicycle by his side, the boy took the narrow path down the slope of the hill to the valley and the houses below. Roark looked after him. He had never seen that boy before, and he would never see him again. He did not know that he had given someone the courage to face a lifetime.
-Ayn Rand, The Fountainhead, pgs. 505-506