Why Do We Like the Things We Do?

The Fountainhead by Ayn Rand p. 164 (Roark and Mr. Mundy discuss building a house…)

“No,” said Mr. Mundy, at last. “No. You may be right, but that’s not what I want at all. I don’t say you haven’t got your reasons, and they sound like good reasons, but I like the Randolph place.”


“Just because I like it. Just because that’s what I like.”

Depending on Others

The Fountainhead by Ayn Rand p. 143

“…If I found a job, a project, an idea or a person I wanted–I’d have to depend on the whole world.  Everything has strings leading to everything else.  We’re all so tied together. We’re all in a net, the net is waiting, and we’re pushed into it by one single desire.  You want a thing and it’s precious to you.  Do you know who is standing ready to tear it out of your hands? You can’t know, it may be so involved and so far away, but someone is ready, and you’re afraid of them all.  And you cringe and you crawl and you beg and you accept them–just so they’ll let you keep it. And look at whom you come to accept.”

….”What do you want? Perfection?”

“–or nothing. So, you see, I take the nothing.”

“That doesn’t make sense.”

“I take the only desire one can really permit oneself. Freedom, Alvah, freedom.”

“You call that freedom?”

“To ask nothing. To expect nothing. To depend on nothing.”