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“Mr. Roark, we’re alone here. Why don’t you tell me what you think of me? In any words you wish. No one will hear us.” “But I don’t think of you.”
Excerpt from The Fountainhead by Ayn Rand. I consider this book much better as literature than Atlas Shrugged.
#books
#AynRand
#fiction
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