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“He needed the people and the clamour around him. There was no questions and no doubts when he stood on a platform over a sea of faces; the air was heavy, compact, saturated with a single solvent-admiration; there was no room for anything else. He was great; great as the number of people who told him so. He was right; right as the number of people who believed it. He looked at the faces, at the eyes, he saw himself born in them, he saw himself granted the gift of life. That was Peter Keating, that, the reflection in those staring pupils, and his body was only it's reflection.”

Quote by Ayn Rand

Work

The Fountainhead

A classic work of American literature, this novel delves into the life of Howard Roark, an architect whose innovative designs challenge the status quo. Roark's journey is one of personal and professional triumphs and tribulations, as he battles against societal pressures to conform to the norms of his time. more

Author

Ayn Rand
Ayn Rand

American novelist and philosopher, known for her novels and philosophical ideas. Her works emphasize individualism, free markets, and rationalism, and have had a profound impact on politics and philosophy in the late 20th century. more

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