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|    W.Dockery to HarryLime    |
|    Re: The Psycho-epistemolgy of MMP (2/4)    |
|    04 Feb 25 16:03:07    |
      [continued from previous message]              >>>>> of his chosen field, to be true to his personal values.       >>>>       >>>> The difference between them is not whether they were true to their       >>>> values, but what values they were true to. Roark valued creativity,       >>>> doing things; Wynand valued having power, "running things" and the       >>>> people who did them.       >>       >>> Again, that was not my reading (which the internet interpretation       >>> confirms).       >>       >> No, the quote you googled does not confirm that. According to your       >> googled quote, Wynand was already thoroughly corrupted "by the time we       >> met him" in the novel.       >       > LOL! Is that what you're harping on?       >       > His past is part of his character. You can't dismiss a character's       > backstory just because it happens outside of the narrative's timeframe.       >       > As you're a writer, I can't believe that I'm having to explain this to       > you.       >       >       >>> You don't seem to be getting the full picture of Wynand's character --       >>> but then you *always* recast everything in the simplest of       >>> black-and-white terms.       >>       >> I am getting that you identify with Wynand.       >       > And, once again, you're mistaken.       >       > You should really stop trying to read things into my statements. I       > choose my words carefully, and say exactly what I mean.       >       > I do not identify with Wynand in the least. Wynand is everything that I       > am not: rich, self-made, successful, powerful, dependent upon public       > acceptance, and willing to compromise his ideals.       >       > I do, however, *understand* the fictional character better than you, as       > your understanding of both Rand and Nietzsche is faulty, and you seem       > incapable of grasping any concept in its full complexity, having to       > pigeonhole it into simplistic, black and white components that often       > undermine its original intent.       >       >       >> So it's fair for us to       >> identify you with him; the thoroughly corrupted power seeker - not       >> beyond redemption (since there probably is a real person under all those       >> socks, and it may show itself one day) - but not redeemed at present.       >       > Wrong again.       >       > 1) Whether I'm corrupted is a moot point as my basic ideals (youthful       > and present day) stem from a Luciferic belief system (similar to those       > of both Nietzsche and Rand). Since, in such a system, "Good" and "Evil"       > are seen as relative to the individual, words like "corrupted" become       > meaningless. Unless you want to argue that one could become "corrupted"       > into accepting the standards of conventional morality.       >       > 2) I am not a power seeker, insofar as I do not actively seek to become       > empowered. I believe that I would make the ideal Philosopher Prince (as       > per Machiavelli) or Philosopher King (as per Plato), and believe that       > the world would only benefit from my leadership... but that is purely a       > matter of speculative masturbation. I am content to remain a working       > class peon in society, and to devote my writing to exploring the eternal       > truths of one's inner soul.       >       > 3) Since there is no difference between any of my so-called "socks"       > (apart from their names), the "real person" is not hidden underneath       > them in any way.       >       > In Marginalia 194:1,2, Poe wrote that:       >       > "If any ambitious man have a fancy to revolutionize, at one effort, the       > universal world of human thought, human opinion, and human sentiment,       > the opportunity is his own — the road to immortal renown lies straight,       > open, and unencumbered before him. All that he has to do is to write and       > publish a very little book. Its title should be simple — a few plain       > words — “My Heart Laid Bare.” But — this little book must be true to       its       > title.       >       > "Now, is it not very singular that, with the rabid thirst for notoriety       > which distinguishes so many of mankind — so many, too, who care not a       > fig what is thought of them after death, there should not be found one       > man having sufficient hardihood to write this little book? To write, I       > say. There are ten thousand men who, if the book were once written,       > would laugh at the notion of being disturbed by its publication during       > their life, and who could not even conceive why they should object to       > its being published after their death. But to write it — there is the       > rub. No man dare write it. No man ever will dare write it. No man could       > write it, even if he dared. The paper would shrivel and blaze at every       > touch of the fiery pen."       >       > I chose, while still in my idealistic youth, to become the man who would       > dare to write that book. But it isn't limited to a single publication.       > It runs through my collected works of poetry, fiction, drama, and       > philosophy. But it doesn't stop there. It is present in all of my       > ephemeral social media posts, personal letters, and everyday       > conversations. In short: to write the book, one must *become* the book.       > My heart must be worn upon my sleeve for all the world to see -- i.e.,       > it must be perpetually "laid bare."       >       > You, however, will never see the "real person" for want of the imaginary       > socks. A real person is too complex, multi-layered, and even       > self-contradictory a concept for your black & white mind to comprehend.       > Even your Donkey has demonstrated a better understanding of the       > complexity of human life than you.       >       >       >>>>> Wynand redeems himself later in the novel, and is last seen having       >>>>> returned to his original, Ubermenschian self.       >>>>       >>>> Yes, that part of the story has a happy ending; Wynand "redeems" himself       >>>> by shutting down the Banner, giving up his quest for power over others.       >>>> As you know, Rand began writing /The Fountainhead/ as a Nietzchean, and       >>>> finished it as an Objectivist; and the story of Wynand symbolizes that       >>>> transition.       >>>>       >>>> Except for that happy ending, Wynand is the character that fits you       >>>> best. You're still stuck in that quest for power for its own sake.       >>>       >>> Just because Rand modified her ideology a bit, doesn't mean that she       >>> recast Wynand as a one-dimensional representation of something bad.       >>       >> I never said she had. Her only one-dimensional character is Toohey.       >       > Roark is one-dimensional as well; and none of her characters ever reach       > beyond two dimensions. They are, after all, merely devices for       > expressing her philosophical ideas. The closest she comes to a       > three-dimensional character is with Dagny Taggart in Atlas Shrugged.       >       >       >>> Roark has always struck me (and pretty much everyone else who's ever       >>> read the book) as being the poster boy for the Nietzschean Ubermensch.       >>       >> Not at all; Roark valued his own independence from others, and their own       >> independence from him. Not only did he not try to control them; he       >> wouldn't even give them advice beyond "don't take advice, from me or       >> anyone" (paraphrased).       >       > You are a victim of the popular misconception that Nietzsche was about       > power and dominance -- which shows me that you've never read any of his       > works. Nietzsche's one fictional character was Zarathustra -- a hermit       > (inspired by the ancient Persian founder of Zoroastrianism) who lived in       > the wilderness on top of a mountain. Zarathustra serves as a mouthpiece       > for Nietzsche's philosophy, and can be seen in that regard as a       > representation of himself. A hermit is hardly an image for one seeking       > power and domination to adopt.       >       > The confusion rises from Nietzsche's association with Nazi Germany (or,       > rather, Nazi Germany's predilection for using Nietzsche's quotes out of              [continued in next message]              --- SoupGate-DOS v1.05        * Origin: you cannot sedate... all the things you hate (1:229/2)    |
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