As Rand completes her walk along the corridors, I too, will end my regular monthly Ayn Rand blog. Her works are a rich storehouse of nonsense dressed up as philosophy, but even the most capacious store can be emptied. Only when something new is added will I return to it, to plunder a little more.
As, in Atlas Shrugged, Ayn Rand approached the end of her prowl along the corridors of the doomed Taggart Comet, she encountered, in Bedroom A, Car No. 14, yet another professor, a class of people for whom she had a very special contempt.
In Atlas Shrugged, one of the passengers in the doomed Taggart Comet was a lawyer who had said, “Me? I’ll find a way to get along under any political system”. How would he have fared in John Galt’s dictatorship?
In Atlas Shrugged, one of the people being carried to certain death on the Taggart Comet was a housewife who believed that she had the right to elect politicians, of whom she knew nothing, to control giant industries, of which she had no knowledge. Was she justified in her belief?.
Amongst the doomed passengers on the Taggart Comet in Atlas Shrugged was “a sniveling little neurotic who wrote cheap little plays into which, as a social message, he inserted cowardly little obscenities”.
There seems to have been little room for children in Ayn Rand’s ‘philosophy’. Reportedly, when asked if ‘children’ have any ‘rights’, she replied that they don’t.