A story about John Galt
I think he sold me a ticket on the train once. His fingers popped dollar bills like fireworks. If ever there was a master of a humble trade, it was this everyman.
I think he sold me a ticket on the train once. His fingers popped dollar bills like fireworks. If ever there was a master of a humble trade, it was this everyman.
I want to meet John Galt because hardly anyone left in this world is a true individual.
“A is A”, true. But isn’t “A” also “apple”, “airplane”, and “ardvark”? Isn’t a thing not only what it is, but what it can become?