Saturday, March 19, 2011

reading about trains on a train

Atlas Shrugged

"you've borne too much, and there's a great deal that you have to learn to understand in order to lose every scar of the torture you never should have had to bear. all that matters now is that you're free to recover. we're free, both of us, we're free of the looters, we're out of their reach..... check your premises, Dagny. Contradictions don't exists.... we never demanded the one payment that the world owed us - and we let our best reward go to the worst men. the error was made by every man that fed the world and received no thanks in return. you don't know what is right any long? Dagny, this is not a battle over material goods. It's a moral crisis, the greatest the world has ever faced and the last. our age is the climate of centuries of evil. we must put an end to it, once and for all, or perish - we, the men of the mind. it was our own guilt. we produced the wealth of the world - but we let our enemies write its moral code." - Francisco d'Anconia,  pg. 618-619

"you - she thought - whoever you are, whom i have always loved and never found, you whom i expected to see at the end of the rails beyond the horizon, you whose presence i had always felt in the streets of the city and whose world i had wanted to build, it is my love for you that had kept me moving, my love and my hope reach you and my wish to be worthy of you on the day when i would stand before you face to face. now i know i shall never find you - that it is not to be reached or lived - but what is left of my life is still yours, and i will go on in your name, even though it is a name i'll never learn, i will go on serving you, even though i'm never to win, i will go on, to be worthy of you on that day when i would have met you, even though i won't....she never accepted hopelessness, but she stood at the window and, addressed the shape of a fogbound city, it was her self-dedication to unrequited love." [she: Dagny Taggart], pg. 634

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