"I" have never felt such exaltation before, power like this, happiness such as this. "I" had never thought of things in this way..the way the popular beliefs were proved fraudulent..the way the visage was taken off the face of altruism..the way egotism and the egoist immortalized..the human spirit the transcedental thing above everything..the source..the fountainhead....Who are you Mr. Howard Roark?? "I" had always withheld the vision of hero as had been portrayed by this world...you defied everything so easily...the man with power could not hold you..the 'humanitarian' could not stand you..the 'second handers' were obviously trivial to you...you could not be changed...made to bend...you destroyed my vision of hero to the extent that "I" can not percieve a hero bigger than you ...you epitomized the word hero itself, elevated it, made it supreme ...the start and the end of the book is a perfect tribute to you...you felt it in your soul ..the world around you...and you got elevated to the peak at the end in the most ecstatic manner..slowly..as through the eyes of Dominique rising above the under construction elevator-"The line of the ocean cut the sky.the ocean mounted as the city descended.She passed the pinnacles of bank buildings. She passed the crowns of courthouses.She rose above the spires of churches." to reach you literally and metaphorically as well...because..."Then there was only the ocean and the sky and the figure of Howard Roark....".
Yes,Mr. Roark you rose to the same level as the infinite and persistent ocean and the sky.....
It's not possible to fathom the work of Ayn Rand..it was a tribute to humanity...a legendary thought process..giving rise to legendary 'objectivism'...and her protagonist..Howard Roark.. the man....you can dream of....dont know...whether such a man did ever exist or will???......He is a way of life...maybe ..an inspiration...anything you can pull out...
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