“The great oak tree had stood on a hill over the Hudson, in a lonely spot of the Taggart estate. Eddie Willers, aged seven, liked to come and look at that tree. It had stood there for hundreds of years, and he thought it would always stand there. Its roots clutched the hill like a fist with fingers stuck into the soil, and he thought if a giant were to seize it by the top, he would not be able to uproot it, but would swing the hill and the whole of the earth with it, like a ball at the end of a string. He felt safe in the oak tree’s presence; it was a thing that nothing could change or threaten; it was his greatest symbol of strength.
One night, lightning struck the oak tree. Eddie saw it the next morning. It lay broken in half, and he looked into its trunk as into the mouth of a black tunnel. The trunk was only an empty shell; its heart had rotted away long ago; there was nothing inside — just a thin gray dust that was being dispersed by the whim of the faintest wind. The living power had gone, and the shape of it left had not been able to stand without it.”
—Ayn Rand, “Atlas Shrugged”
Currently reading.
Maurice Sendak sometimes sent letters like this.
In honor of that, check out this interesting Q-and-A he has with Newsweek from a few years ago.
My reading list for the next three weeks:
Pride and Prejudice by Jane Austen
The Time Machine by H.G. Wells
Shelter by Harlan Coben
Cloaked by Alex Flinn
This Side of Paradise by F. Scott Fitzgerald
The Phantom Tollbooth by Norton Juster
Tiger’s Curse series by Collen Houck (…again)
Atlas Shrugged by Ayn Rand (I am in a constant state of reading this book.)
Feel free to add.
