Atlas Shrugged Essay example

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CONTENTS
PART I
NON-CONTRADICTION
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VII
VIII
IX
X

THE THEME
THE CHAIN
THE TOP AND THE BOTTOM
THE IMMOVABLE MOVERS
THE CLIMAX OF THE D'ANCONIAS
THE NON-COMMERCIAL
THE EXPLOITERS AND THE EXPLOITED
THE JOHN GALT LINE
THE SACRED AND THE PROFANE
WYATT'S TORCH

PART II
EITHER-OR
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III
IV
V
VI
VII
VIII
IX
X

THE MAN WHO BELONGED ON EARTH
THE ARISTOCRACY OF PULL
WHITE BLACKMAIL
THE SANCTION OF THE VICTIM
ACCOUNT OVERDRAWN
MIRACLE METAL
THE MORATORIUM ON BRAINS
BY OUR LOVE
THE FACE WITHOUT PAIN OR FEAR OR GUILT
THE SIGN OF THE DOLLAR

PART III
A IS A
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VII
VIII
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ATLANTIS
THE UTOPIA OF GREED
ANTI-GREED
ANTI-LIFE
THEIR BROTHERS' KEEPERS
THE
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Eddie Willers pulled his shoulders straight, in conscientious selfdiscipline. He had to stop this, he thought; he was beginning to imagine things. Had he always felt it? He was thirty-two years old. He tried to think back. No, he hadn't; but he could not remember when it had started. The feeling came to him Suddenly, at random intervals, and now it was coming more often than ever. It's the twilight, he thought; I hate the twilight.
The clouds and the shafts of skyscrapers against them were turning brown, like an old painting in oil, the color of a fading masterpiece. Long streaks of grime ran from under the pinnacles down the slender, soot-eaten walls.
High on the side of a tower there was a crack in the shape of a motionless lightning, the length of ten stories. A jagged object cut the sky above the roofs; it

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