I'm sure some here have already seen this, but for those who haven't I'd thought I'd try to give it more exposure. This comment appears pretty far down in the list of a post by John Cole titled "Atlas Shrugged and the Critics Wept," and it's truly an inspired piece...
I can barely credit that they have made a movie from that turgid nonsense by Ayn Rand.
I have about eighteen copies of “Atlas Shrugged” – all signed in that self-consciously spiky handwriting of hers.
Every Christmas from 1957 onwards, a present would arrive from Ayn by ordinary post. It would be wrapped in festive newspaper, usually with a gift-tag recycled from last year, and every fucking time it would be a fucking copy of fucking Atlas fucking Shrugged.
They’re good for weighting down decoupage projects, although when it comes to slugging a nurse over the head when I want to sneak out to buy booze, nothing beats my signed first edition of “The Fountainhead”. Mind you, it might be easier just to read it to them. Whoo, what a stinker it is. Temazepam in libric form....
Please read the whole thing--you will not regret it.
Sorry for the short comment, but it really speaks for itself. Thanks, Sarah, Proud and Tall.
You made my day.
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Update to include link to Sarah Proud and Tall's blog (h/t to Catte Nappe).