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  • The tour continues…

    Atlas Shrugged – Day 066 – pp. 721-730

    I just had a thought. All these men of industry are creating a veritable capitalist paradise in Mulligan’s mysterious valley. Cashing in on the power of their minds. Exchanging value for value.

    But. . .

    How do they plan to re-enter society? I mean, I’m guessing here, they eventually plan on returning to the world once it’s crushed itself. Rebuilding out of the ashes. Francisco has pretty much said that outright.

    The G will fall and the currency will be debased to nothing. . . but how do you erase an ingrained sense of entitlement? How do you wash that out of the public’s psyche?

    Sure there will be those who are still of an industrious bent, like our little tramp friend on the train. But like the woman on the train (who I forgot to mention — who felt entitled to transportation — who called Taggart Trans a “common carrier”), how do you purge that out of society? Won’t she still be hanging around somewhere?

    I really can’t see them coming back in the face of that. Just wondering. I’m sure we’ll find out. . .

    Anyway, on with the show.

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  • Welcome to paradise

    Atlas Shrugged – Day 064 – pp. 701-710

    Welcome to Part III entitled “A is A” (What the hell does that mean?)

    When last we left our heroine, she was at the stick of a P-51 North American Mustang fighter plane, gunning down Nazis over Alsace Lorraine, France. . .

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  • The end of Wyatt Oil

    Atlas Shrugged – Day 034 – pp. 334-336

    She’s standing on the train platform waiting for the mainliner to New York.

    Wesley Mouch has been busy in Washington.  She overhears a conversation about it on the platform.

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  • A good day gets better

    Atlas Shrugged – Day 025 – pp. 244-253

    OK the train is hurtling on. And as it blows past everything at 100 mph, Rand describes Dagny’s feelings of exhilaration. Her sense of triumph blends into the scenes Rand paints of land and skyscapes flashing by.

    I’d say Dagny is having a good day.

    Now combine all that adrenaline with Hank in the engine cab. . .

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  • Everything’s made of Rearden Metal

    Atlas Shrugged – Day 017 – pp. 164-173

    Gittin’ ‘er done…

    Let’s see, the new contractor Ben Nealy’s an oaf… (Jeez, even I’m not this cynical…)

    “I couldn’t help it Miss Taggart,… You know how fast drill heads wear out. I had them on order, but Incorporated Tools ran into a little trouble, they couldn’t help it either, Associated Steel was delayed in delivering the steel to them, so there’s nothing we can do but wait. It’s no use getting upset, Miss Taggart. I’m doing my best.”
    “I’ve hired you to do a job, not to do your best — whatever that is.”
    “That’s a funny thing to say. That’s an unpopular attitude, Miss Taggart, mighty unpopular.”

    Need drill heads?

    “She had telephoned Rearden. He had found an abandoned tool plant, long since out of business. Within an hour, he had purchased it from the relatives of its last owner. Within a day, the plant had been reopened. Withing a week, drill heads of Rearden Metal had been delivered to the bridge in Colorado.”

    Oh, come on!!!

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