Drippy day, nice sky for inspiration, nice guy for company.
One last post dedicated to Ms. Rand. After reading 1000+ pages of her work and researching her on line, she continues to pique my mind.
Exercising Rand's virtue of selfishness, I am picking out two passages from "Atlas Shrugged" that appealed to me on a personal level.
Well, I was only half right. To "resign oneself" to motherhood would be a waste and a crime, according to Objectivist principles (as I understand them). To choose motherhood and pursue it as a challenging career, with determination to excel and reap the best possible results - THAT is okay by Rand. Somehow, childishly, I felt validated.
Dagny Taggart meets this mother in John Galt's Utopia, where the mother also runs a local bakery. When Dagny speaks admiringly of her boys, the mother answers, "They are my particular career, Miss Taggart...They're the profession I've chosen to practice."
The educational system was one place that went under attack by Rand, and where the Ayn Rand Institute focuses most of its efforts. Here is Rand's view of how children should be (and how they shouldn't be):
"...She often saw them wandering down the trails of the valley -- two fearless beings, aged seven and four. They seemed to face life as she had faced it. They did not have the look she had seen in the children of the outer world - a look of fear, half-secretive half-sneering, the look of a child's defense against an adult, the look of a being in the process of discovering that he is hearing lies and of learning to feel hatred. The two boys had the open, joyous, friendly confidence of kittens who do not expect to get hurt; they had an innocently natural, non-boastful sense of their own value, and as innocent a trust in any stranger's ability to recognize it; they had the eager curiosity that would venture anywhere with the certainty that life held nothing unworthy of or closed to discovery, and they looked as if, should they encounter malevolence, they would reject it contemptuously, not as dangerous, but as stupid; they would not accept it in bruised resignation as the law of existence." (Atlas Shrugged, p.784)
Whatever objections I may have to some of Rand's extreme ideas, I can't find fault with this one.
Finally -- Rand's literary skill was sometimes denigrated. But here, too, she has some beautiful moments. And surely, if millions of people have gotten through her lengthy books, they can't be entirely dry and pedantic.
Of course this passage about the rising sun caught my eye. There are so many ways to see it, so many ways to describe it, this daily moment in time that is still elusive to capture in print. Here is Ayn Rand's version of sunrise from Atlas Shrugged:
"The stars were vanishing, the sky was growing darker, but in the bank of clouds to the east thin cracks were beginning to appear - first as threads, then faint spots of reflection, then straight bands that were not yet pink, but no longer blue, the color of a future light, the first hints of the coming sunrise. They kept appearing and vanishing, slowly growing clearer leaving the sky darker, then breaking it wider apart, like a promise struggling to be fulfilled." (Atlas Shrugged p. 692)