| | My problem with Atlas Shrugged is John Galt. He seems to have been hatched from an egg as a perfect human. He makes all his rational choices instinctively. I could not help wanting to know more about how this perfectly perfect human came to be. He walked the walk, and talked the talk, but his character was never as fully explored, as was ‘Howard Roark’ in the Fountainhead. As a reader, I found that disappointing.
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