I somehow plowed through enough of it for a B+, but spent the whole time planning to burn it when I got done. And saying so. Never ended up bothering, though. Probably because I never “got done.” I’m not sure what reference, summary, or conversations I referenced to write a scathing final essay that’s still lying around here somewhere, but I know I never read that big dumb speech. Maybe I just skipped it and resumed skimming, sixty pages later.

I was never self-centered enough to miss that the climax is Ayn Rand’s self-insert setting the world on fire to kill everyone who disagreed with her and everyone who didn’t agree with her hard enough.