Anthem: The Process of Liberation :: Anthem Essays

Anthem  The Process of Liberation     Many years ago, I adopt my first harbor by Ayn Rand, Anthem. I completed the book in about four hours. At the time, I was not good enough to fully appreciate Anthems powerful symbolism. My attitude as I sympathise the beginning of the book was bingle of indifference and confusion, maturing only subsequently into concern and vigorous interest. This experience began a new phase in my intellectual development that soon led me to read Atlas Shrugged. I then started on Ayn Rands non-fictional works. My understanding of Rands philosophical system, however, came piece by piece. at that place was no one instant of recognition, no single aha. Until recently, I was not fully aware that I had been affected so deeply. My progress was gradual and I had never looked all the way back. As I began to read Anthem for a second time, I found myself in intense pain, even at the first paragraph. I continued to read it tinge much as a person would when touring a concentration camp, for, in effect, that was exactly what I was doing. There was not one hint of levity in my mood I do not even recall breathing. I was truly looking all the way back. At the end of chapter nine, when compare 7-2521 is alone, in the most profound sense of the word, with his Golden One, she shows slowly, We are one ... alone ... and only ... and we love you who are one ... alone ... and only, I feared I could tolerate the book no longer. I had finally mute that profound sense of loneliness and despair a person fag feel when they want to say I love you, but cannot say I. I could not understand how my previous reading could have seemed so easy. I proceeded, at a forced march, all the way to chapter eleven. I had never experienced the concept of labored reading before. When I read the words, I am, I realized that I had become Equality 7-2521 and that his