A special present for the people celebrating the Earth Day. These words of Howard Roark:
"He looked at the granite. To be cut, he thought, and made into walls. He looked at a tree. To be split and made into rafters. He looked at a streak of rust on the stone and thought of iron ore under the ground. to be melted and to emerge as girders against the sky.
These rocks, he thought, are here waiting for me; waiting for the drill, the dynamite and my voice; waiting to be split, ripped, pounded, reborn; waiting for the shape my hands will give them."
"The Fountainhead" by Ayn Rand.
"He looked at the granite. To be cut, he thought, and made into walls. He looked at a tree. To be split and made into rafters. He looked at a streak of rust on the stone and thought of iron ore under the ground. to be melted and to emerge as girders against the sky.
These rocks, he thought, are here waiting for me; waiting for the drill, the dynamite and my voice; waiting to be split, ripped, pounded, reborn; waiting for the shape my hands will give them."
"The Fountainhead" by Ayn Rand.
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