Monday, April 25, 2011

Tuesday, April 12, 2011

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"The young photographer glanced at Roark's face-and thought of something that had puzzled him for a long time: he had always wondered why the sensations one felt in dreams were so much more intense than anything one could experience in waking reality-why the horror was so total and the ecstasy so complete- and what was that extra quality which could never be recaptured afterward: the quality of what he felt when he walked down a path through tangled green leaves in a dream, in an air full of expectation, of causeless, utter rapture-and when he awakened he could not explain it, it had been just a path through some woods. He thought of that because he saw that extra quality for the first time in waking existence, he saw it in Roark's face lifted to the building."

Ayn Rand
THE FOUNTAINHEAD