This is an amazing story, but hobbled by a terrible printing. This is a book of ideas. We forget all men, all laws and all things save our metals and our wires. Yet as we walked back to the Home of the Street Sweepers, we felt that we wanted to sing, without reason. The next day he presents his work to the World Council of Scholars. Our body is betraying us, for the Council of the Home looks with suspicion upon us.
Later, his work will also take him to the place of his first meetings with Liberty 5-3000. This attitude on his part presumably reflects both the culture of authoritarianism, in which lying to the authorities would be still another transgression, and Rand's own views on the general ineffectiveness of lying. The trick is what is right level? And it seemed as if these eyes were trying to tell us something through the flames, to send into our eyes some word without sound. In the forest, Equality sees himself as damned for having left his fellow men, but he enjoys his freedom. The writing's painfully overwrought as well. I ask none to live for me, nor do I live for any others.
Now we sit in the tunnel for three hours each night and we study. It takes place at some unspecified future date when mankind has entered another dark age. The words of the Unmentionable Times. Two years have passed since we found this place. They may simply be arranging anonymous matings in order to remove any elements of personal relationships or individual feelings from the sex act.
But we cannot resist it. We bent to raise the Golden One to their feet, but when we touched them, it was as if madness had stricken us. On that day, Equality 7-2521 and a fellow Street Sweeper came across a grate in the earth, and discovered that it led to a great underground tunnel so far as we can tell, a subway from the Unmentionable Times before the Great Rebirth. If, for some reason, the values of individuality or independence are completely alien to you, you should read this book. For men may wish nothing for themselves.
We ask, why must we know, but it has no answer to give us. Although it first appears as an instance of how a collectivist society mistreats the individual, the assignment to work as a Street Sweeper actually drives several important events in the story. Even song lyrics Tilly and the Wall, Say Anything, Incubus treat the topic of self-definition and social constraints with more intelligence. But we, Equality 7-2521, are glad to be living. Then we knew what we must do. We cannot look upon International 4-8818 and not smile in answer.
Refusing to say a word earns Equality 7-2521 a nasty trip to the Palace of Corrective Detention, where he's whipped for hours in an effort to force him to talk. Our face was not like the faces of our brothers, for we felt no pity when looking upon it. They brought the Transgressor out into the square and they led them to the pyre. I understood why the best in me had been my sins and my transgressions; and why I had never felt guilt in my sins. There were strange things which we had never seen and the use of which we do not know. I got the lack of individuality theme I should say right up front that I'm not at all familiar with Ayn Rand. Contest is open to students worldwide, except where void or prohibited by law.
And the greatest of these is freedom. Each night, for three hours, we are under the earth, alone. We thought suddenly that we could lie thus as long as we wished, and we laughed aloud at the thought. This linguistic deterioration is not just an expression of the philosophy of collectivism, but also a method by which that philosophy is inculcated and enforced. But he broke their chains. I do not surrender my treasures, nor do I share them.
His society rejects him because he is superior to it, both intellectually and physically, and, most important for Rand, in his belief that the self is important. Create a submission for the Atlas Shrugged essay contest. My happiness is not the means to any end. I struggle with Ayn Rand because I agree with some of her points and I vehemently disagree with others. So we called International 4-8818, and together we scraped the earth around the bar. And when we cleaned the yard of the Home of the Scholars, we gathered the glass vials, the pieces of metal, the dried bones which they had discarded.