Todd A

[This was a long blog entry, unpublished as a formal review.]

I finished Ayn Rand’s Anthem over the weekend. (continue reading…)

“Bowel movements,” the young man with the sand-colored hair said forthrightly. He said this to the table of men and women in suits. Nice-looking suits without milk stains on them from this morning’s bowl of Fruit Loops. They were nice-looking people whose hair was properly groomed and not at all truculent. His own hair stuck out from his head like straw. It projected straight across his large-framed glasses in a single direction, one whoosh to the right, like threshed stalks of wheat. His own suit was rumpled and quite possibly consisted of differently colored slacks and jacket. (continue reading…)