IIRC,
around 3/4 of the way through, you will come to a passage that goes on and on, long after the thickest-skulled of readers has long since gotten the point, indeed has gotten him or herself to the temple of Ayn and is worshiping there regularly, yet the passage will go on and on, pounding the writer's message into the bloody fragments of her reader's cranium, through the quivering brain begging for mercy, driving on and on to the very spine, for after suffering painfully through this passage of pain, the reader is to emerge with not just a new brain, but a new spine! of all things holy and capitalist and Rand-ian, uncompromising and piercing, stiff and free (market), or - or - for the weak and wooly-minded, the tweedy and academic, the liberal and soft, after this passage that goes on and on St. Ayn will leave them
deskulled and
unspined, like the Pathetic INVERTEBRATES they ARE!!! and are, and are.
