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The problem of willingly selling out to the Chinese reminded me of Ayn Rand, whose bracing moral lessons I’m sure Freddie had in the back of his mind. Rand’s finest novel, The Fountainhead, is an anti-capitalist screed about the spiritual and cultural evil of catering to market demand. Forget the problem of giving the commie censors what they want. It’s wrong to give the free market what it wants, when what it wants is aesthetically debased, which it always is. The architect hero of The Fountainhead, Howard Roark, is the ultimate in spine, the patron saint of never selling out. When one of his perfect, austere modernist buildings is bowdlerized the better to suit the public taste, he blows it up. That’s right, Howard Roark is a terrorist, a jihadi for artistic integrity. Maybe Howard Roark is the answer. Maybe can show us the way. Maybe Sony needs to feel that it is unsafe not to release The Interview.
Uber — any business that routinely treats paying customers as users. Also shorthand for Ayn Rand. And a synonym for an online stalker
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He had an early fascination with the writing of Ayn Rand, but eventually rejected Rand’s “greed is good” motto. His feeling now: “Capitalism isn’t the problem. It’s how we practice capitalism that has created many of the challenges now facing humanity.” A good part of this book seems aimed at influencing other super-rich people into philanthropy like that of Turner’s.
Ok, so my family probably wasn’t normal: my mother was a history-buff and my father an eclectic intellectual with a wealth of knowledge. But between them I received a solid grounding in what might be considered an enlightened and progressive worldview. Later I felt as versed in the views of John Locke and Ayn Rand as I did in those of Karl Marx.