I've only read like three chapters of The Fountainhead, but I can already tell that I'm in love with this book. Howard Roark astounds me.
Give it time.
The lake below was only a thin steel ring that cut the rocks in half. The rocks went on into the depth, unchanged. They began and ended in the sky. So that the world seemed suspended in space, an island floating on nothing, anchored to the feet of the man on the cliff.
1 comment:
that book is actually quite amazing and can even cause epiphanies. i hope you enjoy it as much as i did. and manage to get through it all as well! i have a question for you when you get a minute.
becca.
Post a Comment