The door opened twice each day, once for the men who brought us bread and water, and once for the Judges. The sunrays danced upon colors, colors, more colors than we thought possible, we who had seen no houses save the white ones, the brown ones and the grey. Equality 7-2521 lives in the dark ages of the future where all decisions are made by committee, all people live in collectives, and all traces of individualism have been wiped out. Then, tonight, we knew that we must escape. I have lifted its face, but not its spine or spirit; these did not need lifting. Then they glanced at us over their shoulder, and we felt as if a hand had touched our body, slipping softly from our lips to our feet.
There is a great power in these wires, but this power is tamed. These are the things before me. There is no joy for men, save the joy shared with all their brothers. Anyway, I liked that it was journal style, even though it was technically 1st person. The mention of a Council of Vocations that controls when man can and cannot write also immediately indicates the oppression and jurisdiction over thought in Equality 7-2521's world. May knowledge come to us! So we walked on, our box in our arms, our heart empty. I do not surrender my treasures, nor do I share them.
Scientific research is what gives meaning and joy to his life, and he will not abandon it though he knows the severity of the punishment that awaits him if he's caught. Because of his unbreached commitment to his mind, he chooses the path that ultimately leads to his re-discovery of the individual mind. Our face was not like the faces of our brothers, for we felt no pity when looking upon it. It is not to be believed! However, he has committed an even greater crime. But honor is a thing to be earned. . Then three of the sisters in the field appeared, coming toward the road, so the Golden One walked away from us.
Nothing moves in this tunnel save our hand on the paper. Regardless, this is a quick read that any reader of science fiction, or any person interested in the struggle between individualism and collectivism should read. And everything which is not permitted by law is forbidden. No doubt his greatest achievement is his realization — in a society that does everything possible to stifle it — that human beings are individuals, and that they require political freedom to live. All men are good and wise.
When the shadows gathered among the trees, we stopped in a hollow between the roots, where we shall sleep tonight. Though he knows that the Councils do not permit it, and though he further realizes that the tunnel is a remnant of the Unmentionable Times — to be scrupulously shunned — he explores it immediately and afterward tells his friend it belongs to him. And it is whispered that they have grown over the ruins of many cities of the Unmentionable Times. Equality 7-2521 will not surrender his creative work no matter the degree or variety of difficulties he encounters. We shall put before them the greatest gift ever offered to men. But when they speak it they are put to death.
We have heard the legends of the great fighting, in which many men fought on one side and only a few on the other. They find it upon scraps of old manuscripts or cut into the fragments of ancient stones. At forty, they are sent to the Home of the Useless, where the Old Ones live. We have heard the legends of the great fighting, in which many men fought on one side and only a few on the other. There is no life for men, save in useful toil for the good of their brothers.
It has always given us wishes which men may not wish. Rand sold her first screenplay in 1932, but nobody would buy her first novel We the Living 1936 a melodrama set in Russia. We stood together for a long time. It is the word by which the depraved steal the virtue of the good, by which the weak steal the might of the strong, by which the fools steal the wisdom of the sages. But we cannot resist it. So we sit under the earth and we read the stolen scripts.
Neither am I the means to any end others may wish to accomplish. The leaves had edges of silver that trembled and rippled like a river of green and fire flowing high above us. Believe it or not, there is even a romance subplot, which is not really a surprise as Rand was once a screenwriter for Hollywood. It has been a day of wonder, this, our first day in the forest. So we fought against this curse.
Rand originally wrote this dystopia sci fi novella back in the late 1930's. Yet we call them the Golden One, for they are not like the others. And this is the Unspeakable Word, which no men may speak nor hear. Later, his work will also take him to the place of his first meetings with Liberty 5-3000. I just picked this up again for about the 12 time and it still grabbed me. Is it possible that in a few more generations society will be just as Rand describes it? Then we knew what we must do. And to earn my love, my brothers must do more than to have been born.
Each night, for three hours, we are under the earth, alone. In addition, this opening paragraph is different in that it is easily the longest opening paragraph for any Rand novel. The light is dim, and we cannot see the Golden One, only one lock of gold on the pillow of an ancient bed. But honor is a thing to be earned. But we do not have to hasten.