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FReeper Book Club: Atlas Shrugged, The Generator
A Publius Essay | 1 August 2009 | Publius

Posted on 08/01/2009 7:39:34 AM PDT by Publius

Part III: A is A

Chapter IX: The Generator

Synopsis

Dr. Robert Stadler flees New York by car, listening to the broadcast from the Wayne-Falkland Hotel. Following John Galt’s one sentence, the air goes dead and every radio station on the dial is off the air. He has been on the road four days and is now barreling through Iowa.

He had proved his uselessness to Mr. Thompson, who is now considering taking hostages to pressure Galt into working for the government. Dr. Stadler’s name is at the head of that list. Now Stadler is headed for the Xylophone, which he intends to seize to take control of part of America as his personal fiefdom. This is his revenge, not only on Thompson but on John Galt.

Harmony City, the home of Project X, is a beehive of activity, populated by armed men and armored trucks. A man lies at the gate – drunk, Stadler hopes. He is challenged by the guard who wants to know if Stadler is one of the old or one of the new. Stadler threatens his way past the guards into the mushroom-shaped building and finds that discipline is in short supply among the paramilitary group holding the site. An officer asks if Stadler is a Friend of the People, and he says he is he best friend the people have ever had. Identifying himself as the inventor of the Xylophone, he is taken through the building – and realizes that somebody has already put his plan into motion. His overbearing manner gets him in to see The Boss, who turns out to be Cuffy Meigs!

Drunk, sweating and pacing restlessly, Meigs issues orders to establish the People’s Commonwealth in Harmony City, now to be known as Meigsville. He is going to hold the region for ransom to the tune of half a million dollars for every five thousand people. If the money is not delivered by the next morning, he will activate the Xylophone.

Meigs is delighted to find that Stadler, who says he is going to take control, has come with neither weapons nor soldiers to back him up. They argue, and in a rage Meigs yanks a lever of the Xylophone. The building rises into the air, cracks open and collapses. Within a radius of a hundred miles, every standing structure disintegrates. The Taggart bridge over the Mississippi falls into the river while a passenger train is crossing. Meigs and Stadler die on the spot.

At the Wayne-Falkland, Mr. Thompson orders Galt back to his room under heavy guard. Chick Morrison resigns and flees. Wesley Mouch says that Galt absolutely must save them, and Ferris suggests that the State Science Institute has a tool that just might help – the Ferris Persuader. Thompson gives in, and Ferris tells Eugene Lawson to get the nation’s broadcast stations ready for a speech by John Galt in three hours.

Dagny leaves the hotel, runs to a phone booth and calls Francisco, updating him on the government’s plans. Francisco tells her to go home, change her clothes, pack, and meet him in forty minutes two blocks east of the Taggart Terminal. She follows his instructions and drops by the office just in time to hear that the Taggart bridge has collapsed. The Chief Engineer doesn’t know what to do. Dagny leaps to her desk like a prizefighter at the sound of the bell, picks up the phone – but then stops. She tells her Chief Engineer she doesn’t know what to do either. It is the moment: Dagny has finally shrugged. In the concourse of the Taggart Terminal, she uses her lipstick to write the Sign of the Dollar on the pedestal of Nat Taggart’s statue, even though John Galt will never see it. As she reaches the rendezvous point, she notices that New York is in a state of panic. Francisco reaches her on foot, and she recites Galt’s Oath: “I swear – by my life and my love of it – that I will never live for the sake of another man, nor ask another man to live for mine.” They leave together.

The home of Project F is a small building, most of whose space is underground, that sits away from the State Science Institute’s main building. Sixteen men guard the building, oblivious to what is going on in the basement. Wesley Mouch, Jim Taggart and Dr. Floyd Ferris sit while a naked John Galt is strapped to a leather mattress and wired to a mechanism much like a generator, the Ferris Persuader.

Ferris orders Galt to become dictator and take control of the present system; Galt’s response is silence. Ferris orders the mechanic to turn up the current, and Galt arches in pain. They torture him in various combinations of current applied in different ways to sundry places. Jim wants more torture, but Galt is impassive in the face of it. Wesley Mouch breaks, begging for it to end, lest Galt’s death end in their own deaths. Ferris wants more than obedience, he wants acceptance. Jim just wants more torture.

Then the generator breaks down. No one knows how to fix it – except Galt, who gives them detailed instructions. The mechanic flees the room in horror as Galt laughs. Jim leaps to the generator and attempts to fix it; he wants to hear Galt scream. It is at that moment that James Taggart falls apart – because he sees what lies at the end of that fogbound alley, his hatred of existence. As he screams “No!”, Galt quietly answers “Yes”. Jim turns catatonic, and his friends remove him from the room. They tell Galt they intend to come back.

Discussion Topics



TOPICS: Constitution/Conservatism; Culture/Society; Free Republic; Philosophy
KEYWORDS: atlasshrugged; freeperbookclub

1 posted on 08/01/2009 7:39:35 AM PDT by Publius
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To: ADemocratNoMore; Aggie Mama; alarm rider; alexander_busek; AlligatorEyes; AmericanGirlRising; ...
FReeper Book Club

Atlas Shrugged

Part III: A is A

Chapter IX: The Generator

Ping! The thread is up.

Prior threads:
FReeper Book Club: Introduction to Atlas Shrugged
Part I, Chapter I: The Theme
Part I, Chapter II: The Chain
Part I, Chapter III: The Top and the Bottom
Part I, Chapter IV: The Immovable Movers
Part I, Chapter V: The Climax of the d’Anconias
Part I, Chapter VI: The Non-Commercial
Part I, Chapter VII: The Exploiters and the Exploited
Part I, Chapter VIII: The John Galt Line
Part I, Chapter IX: The Sacred and the Profane
Part I, Chapter X: Wyatt’s Torch
Part II, Chapter I: The Man Who Belonged on Earth
Part II, Chapter II: The Aristocracy of Pull
Part II, Chapter III: White Blackmail
Part II, Chapter IV: The Sanction of the Victim
Part II, Chapter V: Account Overdrawn
Part II, Chapter VI: Miracle Metal
Part II, Chapter VII: The Moratorium on Brains
Part II, Chapter VIII: By Our Love
Part II, Chapter IX: The Face Without Pain or Fear or Guilt
Part II, Chapter X: The Sign of the Dollar
Part III, Chapter I: Atlantis
Part III, Chapter II: The Utopia of Greed
Part III, Chapter III: Anti-Greed
Part III, Chapter IV: Anti-Life
Part III, Chapter V: Their Brothers’ Keepers
Part III, Chapter VI: The Concerto of Deliverance
Part III, Chapter VII: “This is John Galt Speaking”
Part III, Chapter VIII: The Egoist

2 posted on 08/01/2009 7:40:49 AM PDT by Publius (Conservatives aren't always right. We're just right most of the time.)
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To: Publius
Cuffy Meigs attempts to claim anything within a hundred miles of the Xylophone as his fiefdom, beating Dr. Stadler, who had the same idea. As economic and societal disintegration progress, what can one expect, and from which quarter?

I find it interesting that Meigs is using a paramilitary force while expecting payment in dollars. His comprehension of the situation is obviously inadequate.

Rand is indulging herself with Stadlers death. He is reduced to a 'huddle of torn flesh and screaming pain that had once been a great mind'. Considering the fact that he went to great lengths to avoid others from finding him, his passing will go unnoticed in the 'culture of death'. A fitting end to a goal that he had chosen many years ago.

3 posted on 08/01/2009 8:29:12 AM PDT by whodathunkit (Shrugging as I leave for the Gulch)
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To: whodathunkit
If you examine Meigs' behavior as the Unificator at Taggart Transcontinental, you can see how he fails to understand any situation except divining how he can scam it for his own personal gain. Cuffy is a product of the barroom, not the Ivy League, and his comprehension is limited.

His end is fitting, also.

4 posted on 08/01/2009 8:36:55 AM PDT by Publius (Conservatives aren't always right. We're just right most of the time.)
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To: Publius

I think Dagny was at the low point of her hormonal cycle. She shrugged. She probably threw things, too.

parsy.


5 posted on 08/01/2009 8:42:20 AM PDT by parsifal ("Knock and ye shall receive!" (The Bible, somewhere.))
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To: Publius
Dagny’s act of shrugging is the key moment of the novel. What was the tipping point that made her finally take Galt’s Oath?

Although the loss of the Taggert bridge may seem to be the reason at first, the real reason is from earlier in the chapter-

"She knew. She knew what they intended doing and what it was within them that made it possible.They did not think that this would succeed. They did not think that Galt would give in; they did not want him to give in. They did not think that anything could save them now; they did not want to be saved...

They did not want to live; they wanted him to die."

I view Dagny's shrugging not as a change of mind but of acceptance of reality. She now understands that not making a choice is giving sanction to the Looters.

6 posted on 08/01/2009 9:05:55 AM PDT by whodathunkit (Shrugging as I leave for the Gulch)
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To: whodathunkit

Excellent. Hank made that realization at the decoy meeting at the Wayne-Falkland where the looters discussed the Steel Unification Plan. Now Dagny has had her hard collision with reality — as Galt predicted.


7 posted on 08/01/2009 9:09:12 AM PDT by Publius (Conservatives aren't always right. We're just right most of the time.)
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To: parsifal

Thanks for that bit of insight. It’s edifying. I ought to commit to viewing all my fellow genders from that perspective. Maybe then I’ll be as bright as that CNN twit who wondered if Palin was stepping down because she was pregnant.


8 posted on 08/01/2009 9:09:12 AM PDT by definitelynotaliberal (So how about, in honor of the American soldier, ya quit making things up? - Gov. Palin)
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To: whodathunkit
She now understands that not making a choice is giving sanction to the Looters.

I don't understand this. If she knows that NOT making a choice (NOT taking charge?) is giving sanction to the looters, why is she doing it - effectively giving her sanction?


9 posted on 08/01/2009 9:13:12 AM PDT by definitelynotaliberal (So how about, in honor of the American soldier, ya quit making things up? - Gov. Palin)
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To: definitelynotaliberal

Somebody had to say it. Remember how Dagny just up and blew that security guard away? I mean if she wasn’t going thru a little femrage here, I have not been married twice and hit upside the head with a skillet on occasion.

parsy.


10 posted on 08/01/2009 9:15:16 AM PDT by parsifal ("Knock and ye shall receive!" (The Bible, somewhere.))
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To: Publius
Howdy, Pub’!

Chapter twenty-nine now, entitled “The Generator.” It is a very short chapter, and one wonders if perhaps Rand was cheating a bit on her plan of thirty chapters. There is no grand philosophical dissertation here, no one left, apparently, to take his or her place behind an empty podium. That is done now, and there is left only the narrative.

Dr. Stadler has taken all of four days to reach Iowa from New York, an indication that travel is now next to impossible in a disintegrating country. Where before we have travel impossibly compressed in time – the aircraft, for example, appear to display supersonic speed over the great white areas on the map that compose the American Midwest – here we have a bit of reality, and for Stadler, it isn’t pretty. (We learn in an aside that the great Taggart Bridge is not only a railroad bridge but is open to automobile traffic as well, at least for those who can still manage to find fuel).

They aren’t having much luck convincing their prisoner Galt to save the country, or rather to do so on their terms, which are leaving the present ruling class in place and taking a place at its head that its members cannot conceive it possible to wish to refuse. They don’t understand Galt, but they do understand how to get people to do what they wish, and they know that Stadler means something to Galt. By the time they find out what that really is Stadler realizes that they might have done him to death. Hence his panicked dash for power, the power that possession of his own invention will confer.

The motive? His mind had repeated insistently that his motive was terror of Mr. Thompson’s gang, that he was not safe among them any longer, that his plan was a practical necessity…To seize control, to rule…there is no other way to live on earth…

He isn’t the only one to think that way. Stadler manages to bully his way through security by merely invoking his own name, at least until he finds out who The Boss is. That is one rather drunken Cuffy Meigs, who has his own ideas about seizing control. The notion of such a thug in possession of his brainchild rouses Stadler’s last scrap of self-deception.

“…Do you think I’ll let you cash in on my life? Do you think it’s for you that I…that I sold – “ He did not finish…

Oh, but he did. Sold, indeed. But in his world one doesn’t get value received for value offered. That’s only true where the terms of exchange are Galt’s, not Cuffy Meigs’s. In the world Stadler has chosen there are only looters who have, at last, run out of things to steal.

And Stadler himself has run out of time. Project Xylophone does turn out to be a formidable weapon, and in an effort to demonstrate that he is as good a man as any of those “dime-a-dozen” technicians, Meigs throws the wrong lever.

It destroys the entire site. It also slices the Taggart Bridge in half, which is decidedly inconvenient for the first six cars of a passenger train that end up in the Mississippi as a result. Quite a swan song for the weapon of mass destruction that takes with it, in its death throes, its creator and its usurper.

The significance of this is not lost on the reader – that bridge was, after all, the one thing keeping Dagny from at last shrugging herself. Gone now in the blink of an eye, by a jackbooted ignoramus pulling a lever, a fitting end for Stadler who has, in the final analysis, sold out to precisely such a man.

His counterpart Dr. Ferris, however, is in his moment. He has the means to bring Galt around to cooperation, a rather unpleasant-sounding device known variously as Project F, or the “Ferris Persuader.” Jim Taggart shows a particular enthusiasm for its employment on Galt. And what is it that they intend to persuade Galt to do?

“We’ve got to…MAKE HIM…take over…We’ve got to force him to rule,” said Mouch in the tone of a sleepwalker.

The notion of a shackled Philosopher-King is nearly too ridiculous for fiction were it not for the fact that Rand does understand her villains so very well, and what Mouch has in mind actually does make a twisted sense.

“He has to…take over…and save the system.”

Just so. Galt is to perpetuate the very system that keeps them all in power despite the fact that they can create nothing, produce nothing, merely confiscate and redistribute all the efforts of men and women greater than themselves. At last the parasites realize their peril: of all the world, this host is the last one, and when it perishes, they do. Mouch still clings desperately to their original faulty premise: given that all of capitalism is theft, who would not want to take his place as a Prince of Thieves?

Ferris, however, has fewer illusions. Galt will be a cooperative figurehead for as long as he’s useful, and Ferris has the means to see that he goes along. Already we are told that several of the members of the ruling class have their private redoubts:

“He [Chick Morrison] has a hide-out all stocked for himself in Tennessee,” said Tinky Holloway reflectively, as if he, too, had taken a similar precaution and were now wondering whether the time had come…

It has come, and passed. They’re trapped unless Ferris can buy them some breathing room.

“Gene,” he said tensely, “Order all stations to stand by. Tell them I’ll have Mr. Galt on the air within three hours.”

Dagny, in the meantime, has called the number Francisco gave her and is relieved to hear a reasonable voice after the madness she has heard in the mouths of the teetering ruling class. They have been indiscreet enough to declare their intentions in front of her and she wastes no time in informing Galt’s friends. And we are as relieved as Dagny to hear Francisco, at last, become what he really is.

“Now listen carefully. Go home, change your clothes, pack a few things you’ll need…take some warm clothing. We won’t have time to do it later. Meet me in forty minutes…”

“Right.”

“So long, Slug.”

“So long, Frisco.”

The belongings she cares about are scarce, and these, Rand reminds us, she earned:

…She left [her evening gown] lying in the middle of the floor, like the discarded uniform of an army she was not serving any longer…she put her jewelry in the corner of the bag, including the bracelet of Rearden Metal that she had earned in the outside world, and the five-dollar gold piece she had earned in the valley…

And she learns that the Taggart Bridge is gone. It is the final break.

“Miss Taggart!” cried the chief engineer. “We don’t know what to do!”

The receiver clicked softly back into its cradle. “I don’t, either,” she answered. In a moment, she knew it was over.

But there is one final bit of symbolism she expresses defiantly before the statue of her heroic ancestor. Seizing her lipstick and…

…smiling at the marble face of [Nat Taggart], the man who would have understood, she drew a large sign of the dollar on the pedestal under his feet.

It is the signal, now useless, that she agreed upon to mark her final break. And now, as Francisco approaches,

…she stood solemnly straight and, looking at his face and at the buildings of the greatest city in the world, as at the kind of witnesses she wanted, she said slowly, her voice confident and steady: “I swear – by my life and my love of it – that I will never live for the sake of another man, nor ask another man to live for mine.”

He inclined his head, as if in sign of admittance. His smile was now a salute. Then he took her suitcase with one hand, her arm with the other, and said, “Come on.”

And now we encounter the strangest scene in the entire novel. It is, at once, the consummation of Rand’s view of sexuality among the elite as a form of power exchange, an expression of the supremacy of mind over flesh, and a reformulation of one of the oldest jokes about engineers in the entire body of human comedy.

Nothing is spared Galt in the way of modesty, although modesty is, one suspects, a quality more desirable in lesser men – he is stripped naked and spread-eagled on a leather-covered table, and Rand’s single concession to decency is that electrodes are attached to wrists, shoulders, and ankles instead of the more customary locations. We are treated to a two-page description of his physical circumstances that for the time would have bordered on the pornographic. Rand here is very much on the edge of outrage and reveling in it.

One is tempted to caution the reader not to try this at home. The Ferris Persuader runs electrical current through, as Rand describes it, the lungs, which is in real application across the heart as well. “Safe voltages” only, according to her, although there is, in fact, no such thing, and it is amperage and not voltage that kills in any case. That aside, Galt is in for a remarkably unpleasant few minutes, spurred on by Jim Taggart in a rather disturbing sadistic frenzy. Even Wesley Mouch is alarmed.

“What’s the matter with you?” gasped Mouch, catching a glimpse of Taggart’s face while a current was twisting Galt’s body: Taggart was staring at in intently, yet his eyes seemed glazed and dead, but around that inanimate stare the muscles of his face were pulled into an obscene caricature of enjoyment…

Even by modern standards this is pretty strong stuff. The room reeks of sweat, sadism and homoeroticism. Jim is revealed as finally having crossed the line into the insanity whose borders he has spent the novel exploring. One must wonder what the recently deceased Cherryl would have thought of her husband and conclude that her watery grave constitutes a kindness of sorts.

We are relieved – and the novel remains publishable – by the fortunate malfunctioning of the Persuader, specifically its generator, reminding us once again of the chapter title. And so to the joke – one must wonder if Rand had heard it, or something like it, or simply came across its expression of irony all by herself. It is simply that a true engineer – and Galt is certainly that – reacts to this situation in character, which is to state, as a technical challenge. One early version of it had an engineer condemned to the guillotine watch two of his predecessors released by a malfunction in the dropping of the blade, and when his turn came pointed up and said, “Oh, there, I see what the problem is!”

And so Galt tells them in cold detail how to fix the instrument of torture to which he is affixed. What results isn’t laughter, it is flight on the part of the crew and the final descent on the part of Jim Taggart into screaming madness. He has, at last, noticed the monster in the mirror.

“No…” he moaned, staring at that vision, shaking his head to escape it. “No…no…”

“Yes,” said Galt.

So much for Jim. While they escort his quivering remnants from the room they caution the guards to guard carefully,

…the living generator [that] was left tied by the side of the dead one.

That is Galt, of course. He remains, bound, naked – Rand has taken considerable trouble to remind us of the point – and triumphant. And his friends are on the way.

Have a great week, Publius!

11 posted on 08/01/2009 9:24:52 AM PDT by Billthedrill
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To: definitelynotaliberal
If she knows that NOT making a choice (NOT taking charge?) is giving sanction to the looters, why is she doing it - effectively giving her sanction?

Rand demonstrates it well in the next chapter (I'll try to avoid spoilers here) with Dagny's interaction with a guard.

The concept that I'm referring to is the act of indecision. How can indecision be an act? I'll let others better able to articulate the definition do so but will demonstrate how it works.

Those of us who are blessed with raising teenagers have probably heard the retort 'whatever' in response to any number of requests made of them. The proper rejoinder is thus-

"Since 'whatever' encompasses such a vast array of possibilities, I'll select from this list of chores that need done...." You can see how the vagueness of the 'whatever' can be used against them (for their own good ,of course:) ).

Dagny has been saying 'whatever' for a long time, that allowed the Looters to make her decisions for her. She was abdicating her responsibilities by _not_ making a choice.

12 posted on 08/01/2009 9:30:04 AM PDT by whodathunkit (Shrugging as I leave for the Gulch)
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To: whodathunkit; parsifal
Remember the old Rush lyric,

You can choose a ready guide from some celestial voice;
If you choose not to decide you still have made a choice.

But I agree with you - you see what the lyricist (I think it was Peart) meant, but the notion of, as the stanza concludes, "choosing" free will begs the question of whether such a thing is actually possible. Could you be fated to choose free will? That little ripple of logic has caused many a late-night dorm room or faculty lounge discussion. It also helped light Europe on fire during the Reformation.

Oh, and you're right, Parsy is cheating with that Annie Oakley reference (although now that I think about it I don't believe Oakley ever actually shot anybody. Calamity Jane, then). Dagny doesn't actually blow anyone away until the next chapter in a scene more reminiscent of Walter Mitty than James Bond. "He drew his Webley-Vickers..." :-)

13 posted on 08/01/2009 9:56:01 AM PDT by Billthedrill
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To: Billthedrill
...by the fortunate malfunctioning of the Persuader, specifically its generator...

Both the Generator and the Xylophone _did_ work even though malfunctioning. The result was opposite of what they were seemingly intended to do, Jim Taggert reduced to jelly and Stadler even more so.

The calendar, though still working was malfunctioning as well. Is it Rand's intention to include these inanimate objects as antagonists subject to the same end as people who follow the culture of death ??

14 posted on 08/01/2009 9:57:25 AM PDT by whodathunkit (Shrugging as I leave for the Gulch)
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To: Billthedrill

AbFab analysis! However, note how Dagny made her choice at an emotional moment. Her man was in trouble. Most of the time Rand’s characters are so one dimensional its pathetic. The sex scenes have less zip than your average 3rd rate porn flick.

Maybe one dimensional is the wrong term. Perhaps
“absolute” or black and white. And then the psychological mindset of the heroes. Have you ever seen more passive-aggressive people in your life? I also wonder if this where the liberals got the idea of victimology.

Serious about your analysis. Great. Can’t remember, did any of the characters limp?

parsy.


15 posted on 08/01/2009 12:27:20 PM PDT by parsifal ("Knock and ye shall receive!" (The Bible, somewhere.))
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To: Publius

Francisco called it in chapter 9:

Francisco tells her she will stop running the railroad the day she discovers that her work has been placed in the service of the One Man’s destruction.

16 posted on 08/01/2009 12:29:55 PM PDT by NonValueAdded (if the government makes trading a used car this hard how are they going to handle a doctor visit?)
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To: parsifal
"Absolute" is exactly right, IMHO. I don't recall any of her main characters having any physical imperfections whatever. Mulligan may have had a tummy but I really don't remember that accurately. Early in this little soiree I took the position that it was actually her villains who were better developed literarily, and her heroes essentially interchangeable, probably as a function of all of them expressing exactly the same philosophical points in exactly the same terms. You expect a little redundancy in 1100 pages, but sheesh.

As for the sex scenes, well, it was 1957, after all. I did think the thing with Galt in the abandoned tunnel was pretty...ah, forceful...I mean, taking a chunk out of the guy with her teeth and all, tearing off the dress, down and dirty on the burlap sacks, concupiscent slurping echoing through the stone walls of a man-made cave. If Rand had placed the word "syllogism" in Dagny's mouth at that point I think I'd have burned the book and become a Carmelite monk. Well, there aren't any, but I would have if there were.

As for Dagny capping the guard, what the heck, it's only a week until that chapter and it's the last one. She shoots him offhand with a silenced pistol, coldly, bloodlessly, with less regard than one might shoot an animal (nearly Rand's exact words). Rand did trains very well, steel mills she brought to life, airplanes not so bad; gunplay she took out of 40's Westerns. It would have been a much rougher (and better, IMHO) novel if she had gone into the same detail about Dagny's victim spitting blood and exsanguinating on the floor as she did with Galt's little electrical S&M scene. As it is, the guard was a cardboard prop that fell with a thump when pushed. It bugged me. ;-)

17 posted on 08/01/2009 1:07:42 PM PDT by Billthedrill
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To: Publius
[Cuffy] fails to understand any situation except divining how he can scam it for his own personal gain. Cuffy is a product of the barroom, not the Ivy League...

I would contend this is exactly the predominant view of Ivy League graduates today. But then, I'm just a lowly Big Ten graduate....

hh
18 posted on 08/01/2009 1:13:10 PM PDT by hoosier hick (Note to RINOs: We need a choice, not an echo....Barry Goldwater)
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To: Billthedrill

I read AR about 4 times. Last time probably 15-20 years ago. Age adds perspective. I like the book, but heck I like The Three Musketeers and Captain Blood. A little off topic but could you imagine writing Dagny into an episode of Sex and The City?

BTW, if you get a chance try to find a copy of The Limping Hero. I’ll double check the title. Great perspective I never.

parsy.


19 posted on 08/01/2009 1:25:51 PM PDT by parsifal ("Knock and ye shall receive!" (The Bible, somewhere.))
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To: Publius

If you want a view into the Ivy Leagures since the 1960’s watch the Hitchcock movie: Rope.

Watch them sneer, condescend and culture themselves right into murder and then slimily justify it.

They are superior after all.


20 posted on 08/01/2009 1:41:52 PM PDT by TASMANIANRED (TAZ:Untamed, Unpredictable, Uninhibited.)
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To: TASMANIANRED

Check out a more recent film, “The Last Supper”, about a group of college liberals who invite conservatives to dinner, kill them and bury them in the back yard.


21 posted on 08/01/2009 1:43:49 PM PDT by Publius (Conservatives aren't always right. We're just right most of the time.)
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To: Billthedrill; Publius
Chapter twenty-nine now, entitled “The Generator.” It is a very short chapter, and one wonders if perhaps Rand was cheating a bit on her plan of thirty chapters.

Since the chapter was short, I'll use this opportunity to submit this graphic I modified (text as well) and seek opinions about the relevance and appropriateness to the story.

Check your premises

The unfinished pyramid is copied from a fifty dollar Continental note and was a precursor to the one on the Great Seal of the United States. Designed by Francis Hopkinson, a Delegate from New Jersey at the signing of the Declaration of Independence.

It is unclear why an 'unfinished' pyramid was selected and there have been many who profess the knowledge yet lack the proof of it's meaning.

I submit that, though most people see it as an unfinished work that has yet to be completed, perhaps it is an unfinished work that is _not_ to be completed. What if John Galt had been the pyramid builder and found out that the pyramid was neither his nor for his benefit? Would this unfinished pyramid be the result? The true pyramid builders who must have worked as slaves, had no choice but to complete their work. Had freedom been within their grasp, the unfinished pyramid would have been a symbol for freedom from slavery.

I see the Progressives coercing us to build a great social pyramid, to what end? The same end as the Egyptians? To serve a few? To those who would exclaim 'what a wonderful work' upon seeing the finished pyramid, I would simply ask "would you like to build one?"

To understand Rand I find it helpful to try to envision what I _don't_ see. What could be but isn't. I see the wasted effort that built the bottom of the pyramid, the effort that could have been used to improve the lives of the builders. The bottom of the pyramid consumed the lives of a generation, the next generation, seeing the errors of their logic, decided to Just Say NO!

I quote Henry David Thoreau from Walden (edited for brevity)

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I see young men, my townsmen, whose misfortune it is to have inherited farms, houses, barns, cattle, and farming tools; for these are more easily acquired than got rid of. Better if they had been born in the open pasture and suckled by a wolf, that they might have seen with clearer eyes what field they were called to labor in. Who made them serfs of the soil?.....

...Why should they begin digging their graves as soon as they are born? ... But men labor under a mistake. The better part of the man is soon plowed into the soil for compost. By a seeming fate, commonly called necessity, they are employed, as it says in an old book, laying up treasures which moth and rust will corrupt and thieves break through and steal. It is a fool's life, as they will find when they get to the end of it, if not before.

22 posted on 08/01/2009 3:40:12 PM PDT by whodathunkit (Shrugging as I leave for the Gulch)
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To: whodathunkit
I am also reminded of a related argument put forth by William James:

Skepticism, then, is not avoidance of option; it isoption of a certain particular kind of risk. Better risk loss of truth thanchance of error—that is your faith-vetoer’s exact position. He is activelyplaying his stake as much as the believer is; he is backing the field againstthe religious hypothesis, just as the believer is backing the religious hy-pothesis against the field. To preach skepticism to us as a duty until “suf-ficient evidence” for religion be found is tantamount therefore to tellingus, when in presence of the religious hypothesis, that to yield to our fearof its being error is wiser and better than to yield to our hope that it maybe true. It is not intellect against all passions, then; it is only intellect withone passion laying down its law. And by what, forsooth, is the supremewisdom of this passion warranted? Dupery for dupery, what proof is therethat dupery through hope is so much worse than dupery through fear?

from The Will to Believe

23 posted on 08/01/2009 4:20:33 PM PDT by TradicalRC (Conservatism is primarily a Christian movement.)
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To: Billthedrill

Rush (the rock group) was heavily influenced by Ayn Rand, I believe they dedicated one of their albums to her. Their lyrics certainly show it; the song “Trees” comes to mind.


24 posted on 08/01/2009 4:22:43 PM PDT by TradicalRC (Conservatism is primarily a Christian movement.)
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To: parsifal
A little off topic but could you imagine writing Dagny into an episode of Sex and The City?

Funny, there was a show a few years back called Sisters and there was a Randian character on it called Simon Bolt.

25 posted on 08/01/2009 4:24:27 PM PDT by TradicalRC (Conservatism is primarily a Christian movement.)
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To: whodathunkit

The symbol from the dollar bill (a Masonic symbol, I believe) makes its appearance in a book called The Illuminatus Trilogy which has a Dagnyesque character with it tattooed onto her chest, along with the phrase “Non Servium”. There is also a reference to a book called Telemachus Sneezed.


26 posted on 08/01/2009 5:07:36 PM PDT by TradicalRC (Conservatism is primarily a Christian movement.)
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To: whodathunkit
As for the Thoreau. He should have just cut his hair and gotten a decent job. Walden is really overrated. To quote the ribald historian Richard Zacks:

"Thoreau's 'Walden, or Life in the Woods' deserves its status as a great American book but let it be known that Nature Boy went home on weekends to raid the family cookie jar. While living the simple life in the woods, Thoreau walked into nearby Concord, Mass., almost every day. And his mom, who lived less than two miles away, delivered goodie baskets filled with meals, pies and doughnuts every Saturday. The more one reads in Thoreau's unpolished journal of his stay in the woods, the more his sojourn resembles suburban boys going to their tree-house in the backyard and pretending they're camping in the heart of the jungle."

27 posted on 08/01/2009 5:21:53 PM PDT by TradicalRC (Conservatism is primarily a Christian movement.)
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To: whodathunkit; Publius; Billthedrill
The whole paragraph with that quote is, I think, more enlightening.

She knew. She knew what they intended doing and what it was within them that made it possible. They did not think that this would succeed. They did not think that Galt would give in; they did not want him to give in. They did not think that anything could save them now; they did not want to be saved. Moved by the panic of their nameless emotions, they had fought against reality all their lives-and now they had reached a moment when at last they felt at home. They did not have to know why they felt it, they who had chosen never to know what they felt-they merely experienced a sense of recognition, since this was what they had been seeking, this was the kind of reality that had been implied in all of their feelings, their actions, their desires, their choices, their dreams. This was the nature and the method of the rebellion against existence and of the undefined quest for an unnamed Nirvana. They did not want to live; they wanted him to die.

I've known people like that since I was a young child. It's difficult for me to grasp the truth of their existence. They live to hurt others, not physically, but by inflicting as much harm as they can. Some were gossips, some were thieves, some were liars. They took pride in the accomplishment of hurting others, as if the power of destroying beauty around them was somehow superior to the pride of creating beauty. I'll never understand it, but to deny it would be to deny what's passed before my own eyes.

The two most evil men of Rand's time were Josef Zdugashvili and Adolf Schiklgruber. These were the failed altar-boy and the failed artist. Neither could create anything of value but they could steal and kill to affirm their self-righteousness. Cuffy Meigs and Floyd Ferris, reminiscent of Heinrich Himmler (failed chicken farmer) and Josef Mengele await those who acquiesce to brutality. Perhaps this is why Rand was so careful not to paint a tale of violence and woe. It would be too easy to compare such to the October Revolution and Kristallnacht. Doubtless there were Germans who thought of Caligula and told themselves that Adolf was not a drunk and he wasn't married to his sister. Stalin and Hitler didn't give a damn about the people at whom they preached the common good, they killed them by the millions and tossed their bodies into unmarked, mass graves.

It's interesting that Rand, as well as the tyrants of her time and the tyrants of her books, expressed no interest in religion. Rand's perspective seems to be that religion offered nothing for the present and no means of increasing achievement. I imagine she got her idea from the great unwashed who attended church weekly, rather than inventing motors and generators. She saw achievement as the highest possible goal. Her own ambitions and accomplishments were strong, but she forgets that, according to Judge Smails, the world needs ditch diggers, too.

Religion does not turn a person away from achievement any more than the lack of religion turns one away from being a decent human being. But she confuses the cliches of religion with the deeper currents. Most people really don't want to run railroads or steel mills. Rand mentions this a couple of times. She adds detail when Dagny tries to hire Hugh Akston as a chef, and when Dagny hires the man from Twentieth Century Motors. She takes notice of it with the railroad employees when they need a crew to run the first train across the new bridge on the John Galt Line. But mostly, her heroes measure their lives in terms of millions of pounds produced and thousands of miles of track operated.

It's okay if she wants to ignore religion, but she paints it with a broad brush. Most people don't want to think deeply about all the things that concern the world. This doesn't mean they won't do their jobs, and do them well. It simply means that they prefer to accept answers from someone who will not force them to contemplate the meaning of all existence.

"Father, how should I treat my neighbor who did this?" It may be a simple question that returns an answer that can be called a platitude, but it indicates a person who accepts that someone else has a deeper understanding of right and wrong. Rand heard only the platitudes. People have souls.

They did not want to live; they wanted him to die.

This is not a lesson from the Bible. It is an observation of the way some people chose to live.

28 posted on 08/01/2009 6:14:11 PM PDT by sig226 (Real power is not the ability to destroy an enemy. It is the willingness to do it.)
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To: sig226

Ultimately, it doesn’t matter how right wing you are: without God, conservatism is just another ideology. And counting the number of dead bodies piled up for the sake of ideologies, one may easily come to the conclusion that religion is a restraining force and that yes, we are in need of it. Witness by Whitaker Chambers was an interesting read.


29 posted on 08/01/2009 7:20:04 PM PDT by TradicalRC (Conservatism is primarily a Christian movement.)
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To: whodathunkit
'of torn flesh and screaming pain that had once been a great mind'

Oddly, the above was my favorite line in the book. I think it stood out because Rand tended to go on and on with details everywhere else. But, she summed up Stadler's death poetically in that one perfect line which tells us: He used his intellect to serve the wrong people for the wrong reasons, and now he dies violently by the very thing he created.

30 posted on 08/01/2009 9:04:15 PM PDT by Tired of Taxes (Dad, I will always think of you.)
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To: TradicalRC
Rush (the rock group) was heavily influenced by Ayn Rand, I believe they dedicated one of their albums to her. Their lyrics certainly show it; the song “Trees” comes to mind.

2112 is Rush's interpretation of Rand's Anthem

31 posted on 08/02/2009 9:46:33 AM PDT by r-q-tek86 (The U.S. Constitution may be flawed, but it's a whole lot better than what we have now)
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To: TradicalRC
As for the Thoreau. He should have just cut his hair and gotten a decent job. Walden is really overrated. To quote the ribald historian Richard Zacks:

(snip)...

"The more one reads in Thoreau's unpolished journal of his stay in the woods, the more his sojourn resembles suburban boys going to their tree-house in the backyard and pretending they're camping in the heart of the jungle."

Ahhh....

The joys of childhood. I was once a child myself!

What could be the authors motivation to portray ones zest for new experiences and wonderment of nature in such a negative manner?

One doesn't have to agree with everything in Walden, but to dismiss all of Thoreau's observances as childish is a mistake.

32 posted on 08/02/2009 10:14:51 AM PDT by whodathunkit (Shrugging as I leave for the Gulch)
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To: TradicalRC

“Rush (the rock group) was heavily influenced by Ayn Rand”

Specifically, Neil Peart (their drummer and chief lyricist) was heavily influenced by Rand. In fact, “2112” is loosely based on Rand’s “Anthem,” with the protagonist finding a guitar instead of a light bulb. Rush also recorded a song called “Anthem,” but it has no connection to the book.


33 posted on 08/02/2009 12:57:09 PM PDT by ZirconEncrustedTweezers (Those who provide the least and demand the most have a voting majority.)
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To: r-q-tek86

I guess I should read ALL the comments before posting my own! :)


34 posted on 08/02/2009 1:01:37 PM PDT by ZirconEncrustedTweezers (Those who provide the least and demand the most have a voting majority.)
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To: sig226

Where Rand misses in regard to religion is her dismissal of the concept of original sin. If you follow the logic of all of the social theories bantered about throughout the 20th century, if a perfect social construct could be devised, the men socialized under it would then be perfect themselves. An example of this is the New Soviet Man that Rand was obviously aware of. So what does she do be devise her own “perfect man” as she stated in an interview with Phil Donohue. So of all of these social theories, have any of them created the “perfect man”? What about that much touted New Soviet Man? Didn’t work out so good, did it. The truth of the matter is that ultimately man is tempted and eventually he succumbs. Just look at your 2 year old child for a demonstration of original sin. Tell them no cookies til dinner and they will push the chair to the counter as soon as your back is turned.

I think what Rand was condemning was the use of religion as a tool to control people, the church/state complex of Europe that produced hundreds of years of religious wars. The system of religiosity that man made religions consist of. Of course, I say all of this as a Christian, one who views Christianity as “God reaching down to man, not man trying to reach God”.


35 posted on 08/02/2009 3:04:49 PM PDT by gracie1 (visualize whirled peas)
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To: whodathunkit

I used to read the passage about the ant war to my sons when they were small. There is something to be said for taking time out to just observe and absorb.


36 posted on 08/02/2009 3:09:05 PM PDT by gracie1 (visualize whirled peas)
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To: Publius
As this is about to come to an end, I just want to say how much I have enjoyed the analysis by Publius and Billthedrill and the comments that have added to the discussion. I hope the publication of this analysis is very successful and will possibly open some eyes. I am less than halfway optimistic that the politics of pull will fail. The parasites seem to be much larer than their prey. They have not thought about what will happen when there is no more prey to feast on. Poli-tics = many parasites. A 100 pound tick attached to a Chihuahua is only temporarily happy.
37 posted on 08/02/2009 3:49:18 PM PDT by MtnClimber (Bernard Madoff's ponzi scheme looks remarkably similar to the way Social Security works)
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To: Billthedrill
"...One early version of it had an engineer condemned to the guillotine watch two of his predecessors released by a malfunction in the dropping of the blade, ..."

Your post above brings to mind that scene in "Schindlers List" when that woman engineer was trying to manage things to make the Concentration Camp construction more efficient.

She got shot dead in the head, but her idea was a good one.

38 posted on 08/02/2009 4:44:35 PM PDT by Radix (Obama represents CHAINS for posterity.)
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To: ZirconEncrustedTweezers

Anthem is still my favorite of the four novels Rand wrote. I used to read it in architecture school when I was stuck on a design. It always would inspire me... and, of course, 2112 was a regular in the tape rotation.


39 posted on 08/03/2009 8:44:04 AM PDT by r-q-tek86 (The U.S. Constitution may be flawed, but it's a whole lot better than what we have now)
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To: gracie1
Where Rand misses in regard to religion is her dismissal of the concept of original sin.

On the contrary, gracie, I think Rand embraces the concept, only she doesn't accept it as sin.

I'm no student of religion (in fact, I'm as near an atheist as you can be while hedging my bet out of lack of proof), but my understanding of the original sin is that it was the renunciation of god-given instinctive (that is "perfect" qua human) behavior in favor of the "Knowledge of Good and Evil", with the corollary necessity to think and to choose.

As an atheist, of course the concept of "sin", that is acting against god, would be meaningless to Rand. Evil and wrong behavior are of course possible to an atheist, but "sin" per se is not.

I am not a theologian, nor do I play one on television (always wanted to, though).

Kirk

40 posted on 08/04/2009 4:33:59 PM PDT by woodnboats (Help stimulate the economy: Buy guns NOW, while you still can!)
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To: r-q-tek86
Part III, Chapter X: In the Name of the Best Within Us
41 posted on 08/14/2009 2:36:36 PM PDT by r-q-tek86 ("A building has integrity just like a man. And just as seldom." - Ayn Rand)
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