Pages

Showing posts with label The Fountainhead. Show all posts
Showing posts with label The Fountainhead. Show all posts

Saturday, 25 February 2012

Trixie Cruz: Listen


by Rose Beatrix C. Angeles (Trixie Cruz-Angeles)
Original post on November 15, 2008

One evening he spoke.
Sitting at her feet, his face raised to her, he allowed his soul to be heard.
"My darling, anything you wish, anything I am, anything I can ever be...
That's what I want to offer you -- not the things I'll get for you,
but the thing in me that will make me able to get them.
That thing -- a man can't renounce it -- but I want to renounce it
-- so that it will be yours -- so that it will be in your service -- only for you."

The girl smiled and asked: "Do you think I'm prettier than Maggie Kelly?"

He got up. He said nothing and walked out of the house. He never saw that girl again.
Gail Wynand, who prided himself on never needing a lesson twice,
did not fall in love again in the years that followed.

-Ayn Rand, "The Fountainhead"


Listen, please. Children will do this too. Sometimes they will tell you their deepest darkest fears. You may not recognize the feeling because it’s hidden in words like, "He stomped on my foot" or "I don’t want to go to school." They are telling you they are afraid. And when a child puts this much faith in you, places his very existence into your hands, you do not -- I repeat -- do not say, "Shhh, I can't hear the TV!"

Or what about your friend, the guy who simply laughs when asked if he's gay and suffers through snide remarks and hisses of, "bading..." Listen to him. He doesn't say he suffers, but if you listened, you will hear the anguish in that smile.