I just love this guy's small piece of parody
excerpt from http://www.emba.uvm.edu/~jmwilson/aynrand.pdf
linked to from this site Parodies and Humor about Ayn Rand and Objectivism
excerpt from http://www.emba.uvm.edu/~jmwilson/aynrand.pdf
linked to from this site Parodies and Humor about Ayn Rand and Objectivism
``I want to give you a raise,'' she said.
``No, Miss Stank.''
And he threw back his hood and laughed.
His face was like one she had never seen, but always known. It was
a proud face, with hard, angular cheeks and cold, clear eyes; and it was crowned
with black, angular hair. Intelligence shone from it like light from an
expertly-cleaned window.
``Why not?''
``Because my mind is not for sale.''
``I don't understand.''
``Do you see these tools?''
He held up his belt of window-washing tools.
``Who do you think made them? Man did; or, man's mind did.
Squeegee, wash bottle, soap---each is the product of man's mind.
Man makes his tools with his mind. With his mind, man makes his tools.''
He lifted the belt higher. ``But man, who makes his tools---with
his mind!---can also discard them. Like this.''
He hurled the belt into the darkness.
``Who is John Goat? If you really want to know, you'll have to come
with me, Miss Stank.''
He tore the robe from his body, and was naked.
Dallas gave him her hand, and he took it. They leapt from the train
together, and rose into the objective moonlight.
-----By Michael Wilson
Copyright 2000
``No, Miss Stank.''
And he threw back his hood and laughed.
His face was like one she had never seen, but always known. It was
a proud face, with hard, angular cheeks and cold, clear eyes; and it was crowned
with black, angular hair. Intelligence shone from it like light from an
expertly-cleaned window.
``Why not?''
``Because my mind is not for sale.''
``I don't understand.''
``Do you see these tools?''
He held up his belt of window-washing tools.
``Who do you think made them? Man did; or, man's mind did.
Squeegee, wash bottle, soap---each is the product of man's mind.
Man makes his tools with his mind. With his mind, man makes his tools.''
He lifted the belt higher. ``But man, who makes his tools---with
his mind!---can also discard them. Like this.''
He hurled the belt into the darkness.
``Who is John Goat? If you really want to know, you'll have to come
with me, Miss Stank.''
He tore the robe from his body, and was naked.
Dallas gave him her hand, and he took it. They leapt from the train
together, and rose into the objective moonlight.
-----By Michael Wilson
Copyright 2000
