This is just a post to say I am overwhelmed. Not neccesarily by work. Just by things. But it might be a good kind of overwhelmed soon.

I found a contradiction. So I’m checking my premises. Isn’t it obnoixous that I quote Rand (who is herself obnoxious) so shamelessly?

While I am quoting Rand, I am going to post one of my most favorite passage in possibly all of literature.

“She felt no anger toward anyone on earth. The things she had endured had now receded into some outer fog, like pain that still exists but has no power to hurt. Those things could not stand in the face of this moment’s reality, the meaning of this day was as brilliantly violently clear as the splashes of sun on the silver of the engine, all men had to perceive it now, no one could doubt it and she had no one to hate. ”

Thus concludes my shameless Rand-quoting. But since I know there is one other person in the world who can tell me exactly where in the book this comes from, I am not alone in my obsession.

Brent can’t tell me where this is from, but he does know that Charles Monet was a loner.

“The ability to make references that less than three people will get is a sign of talent”-Kevin