Posted: March 7, 2010 Filed under: arts
She looked at him in the exact moment when he turned to look at her. They stood very close to each other. She saw, in his eyes, that he felt as she did. If joy is the aim and the core of existence, she thought, and if that which has the power to give them joy is always guarded as one’s deepest secret, then they had seen each other naked in that moment.
He made a step back and said in a strange tone of dispassionate wonder, “We’re a couple of blackguards, aren’t we?”
“We haven’t any spiritual goals or qualities. All we’re after is material things. That’s all we care for.”
She looked at him unable to understand.
— Ayn Rand, Atlas Shrugged