"Oh but Philip, you're wrong!" said Lillian. "You're so wrong! Henry has all the makings of a saint. That's the trouble."
What did they seekfrom him?-thought [henry]-what were they after? He had never asked anything of them; it was they who wished to hold him, they who pressed a claim on him-and the claim seemed to have the form of affection, but it was a form which he found harder to endure than any sort of hatred..........He wondered what response they could hope to obtain from him in such manner-if his response was what they wanted. And it was, he thought..........
Why that cronic air of suspicion, as if they were waiting to be hurt? He had never had a desire to hurt them, but he had always felt their defensive, reproachful expectation; they seemed wounded by anything he said, it was not a matter of his owrds or actions, it was almost...almost as if they were wounded by the mere fact of his being. Don't start imagining the insane-he told himself severely, struggling to face the riddle with the strictest of his ruthless sense of justice. He could not condemn them without understanding; and he could not understand.
Did he like them? No, he thought; he had wanted to like them, which was not the same. He had wanted it in the name of some unstated potentiality which he had once expected to see in any human being.....
-an excerpt from Atlas Shrugged, which strangely applies to my life sometimes.
I find it important to note that i recieved this book free in the mail because i read The Fountainhead to apply for a scholarship. As of today, this is the only thing i have recieved from any of the 30 something private scholarships i applied to for college. Yay! A Book!!!
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