An Unfortunate State-of-Affairs
Alas, the college life, and graduate level to a higher degree, is a turbulent one. Life (the ontological form by which I'm often found saying, "How's Life treating you?") is contracted and condensed and spaced out and forgiving and damning all in the same week. Or, in this case, over two weeks. Last week was the oppressive version, while this week time has slowed to allow everything in. And while, as my best friends can attest to, I am in full contempt for Life during the negative-cycles, I have to admit the up-swings make it all worth it. Manic-depressive? Perhaps. Unstable? Obviously.
But based on a few close friends' insistence, I figure I'll use this time I've been given productively. So I started reading The Fountainhead tonight. I know; some love it, some hate it. But I've been told I'd love it, so who knows. I bought this and Atlas Shrugged a month or two ago, and though I'd given the latter a good attempt in middle school (yup, unstable indeed), I never really did get into it. However, not having even begun the Fountainhead tonight, I was taking a look at the introduction by Rand upon the 25th anniversary of this book (currently in it's centennial publication). In it, I found the following quote. And for this reason, I'm already beginning to understand why these close friends recommended this book so highly.
1 Comments:
how come I never talk to you on the up-swings? ;) - J
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