7/10
This is a collection of essays Rand published over time, far less an actual book or a manifesto at whole. Yet all concern the arts, romanticism and the objectivst spin Rand brings on to them. It’s worth it alone for a few quotes that shall stick with me for a long time, notably her paragraph on love, as well as that on the reason for studying philosophy. I wonder if feelings of such a type are more or less present today than in the past. This Love as an expression of philosophy, selected upon by ones own sense of life, seems strangely absent today. One may say that it’s never been a common thing, Minnesang and all its successors were reserved for an elite after all, but it’ll be a dark century if it is the the one in which we finally lose it all to vanity. On a more personal note, it is an enormous privilege to have felt it once, to do so twice is to tempt God. Yet I shall try it again regardless.