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What up, literary gangstas? This week our main homie navigates us through the world of individualism, in Ayn Rand’s The Fountainhead.
What it do, blood? This week we’re delving into the me-first world of Ayn Rand’s The Fountainhead. Within those pages are the story of genius architect Howard Roark’s unwavering talent, linked in twain with a mantra to do things his way, no matter the personal or fiduciary cost.
His way, according to Roark, is the only way. The way of art and timeless beauty. Amongst other things, The Fountainhead is a mash-note to Ayn Rand’s own philosophy, that of Individualism, where the pursuit of greatness is measured by the size of one’s testicles, and achievements gained from thus is relevant only to the self.
To explain in plain English, better than a minor literary buster like I, here’s our A1, straight up vocab master, Sparky Sweets PhD.