To give an accurate description of what has never occurred is not merely the proper occupation of the historian, but the inalienable privilege of any man of parts and culture.

they are beyond each other’s cosmic horizon.

I thought as much. Miss Murray, though I am a beast, do not think that I am stupid. I know that I am hideous and hateful. I am not loved, nor ever hope to be. Nor am I fool enough to think that what I feel for you is love. But in this world, alone, I do not hate you. And alone in this world, you do not hate me.

HOWARD ROARK LAUGHED. He stood naked at the edge of a cliff. The lake lay far below him.

Written By Ayn Rand

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