"Each grasped, in the unflinching gaze of the other, a silent acknowledgment of the nobility of man, especially as manifested in work, the work that purified the soul the way steel is purified in the smelter. That sort of thing."
— Saunders, George (b. 1958)
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Date
October 28, 2012
Metaphor
"Each grasped, in the unflinching gaze of the other, a silent acknowledgment of the nobility of man, especially as manifested in work, the work that purified the soul the way steel is purified in the smelter. That sort of thing."
Metaphor in Context
Not many people know this, but I was once Ayn Rand's lover. That's right. The year was 1974. I was a fresh-faced seventeen-year-old, she was a prominent international author—and we were lovers. By "lovers" I mean: we were constantly raping each other. Well, first there'd be a long speech. Usually by her. Then we'd gaze deeply at one another, and our souls would begin speaking the only language a man and a woman ever need: the language of mutual self-benefit. Each grasped, in the unflinching gaze of the other, a silent acknowledgment of the nobility of man, especially as manifested in work, the work that purified the soul the way steel is purified in the smelter. That sort of thing.
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Citation
George Saunders, "I Was Ayn Rand's Lover," The New Yorker (October 28, 2012). <Link to www.newyorker.com>
Date of Entry
04/16/2015
