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of darkness and rock, but the darkness was hiding the ruins of a continent:
the roofless homes, the rusting tractors, the lightless streets, the
abandoned rail. But far in the distance, on the edge of the earth, a small
flame was waving in the wind, the defiantly stubborn flame of Wyatt's Torch,
twisting, being torn and regaining its hold, not to be uprooted or
extinguished. It seemed to be calling and waiting for the words John Galt was
now to pronounce.
"The road is cleared," said Galt. "We are going back to the world."
He raised his hand and over the desolate earth he traced in space the sign
of the dollar.
THE END

ABOUT THE AUTHOR
"My personal life," says Ayn Rand, "is a postscript to my novels; it
consists of the sentence: 'And I mean it.' I have always lived by the
philosophy I present in my books— and it has worked for me, as it works for
my characters. The concretes differ, the abstractions are the same.
"I decided to be a writer at the age of nine, and everything I have done
was integrated to that purpose. I am an American by choice and conviction. I
was born in Europe, but I came to America because this was the country based
on my moral premises and the only country where one could be fully free to
write. I came here alone, after graduating from a European college. I had a
difficult struggle, earning my living at odd jobs, until I could make a
financial success of my writing. No one helped me, nor did I think at any
time that it was anyone's duty to help me.
"In college, I had taken history as my major subject, and philosophy as my
special interest; the first—in order to have a factual knowledge of men's
past, for my future writing; the second—in order to achieve an objective
definition of my values. I found that the first could be learned, but the
second had to be done by me.
"I have held the same philosophy I now hold, for as far back as I can
remember. I have learned a great deal through the years and expanded my
knowledge of details, of specific issues, of definitions, of applications—and
I intend to continue expanding it—but I have never had to change any of my
fundamentals. My philosophy, in essence, is the concept of man as a heroic
being, with his own happiness as the moral purpose of his life, with
productive achievement as his noblest activity, and reason as his only
absolute.
"The only philosophical debt I can acknowledge is to Aristotle. I most
emphatically disagree with a great many parts of his philosophy—but his
definition of the laws of logic and of the means of human knowledge is so
great an achievement that his errors are irrelevant by comparison. You will
find my tribute to him in the titles of the three parts of ATLAS SHRUGGED.
"My other acknowledgment is on the dedication page of this novel. I knew
what values of character I wanted to find in a man. I met such a man—and we
have been married for twenty-eight years. His name is Frank O'Connor.
"To all the readers who discovered The Fountainhead and asked me many
questions about the wider application of its ideas, I want to say that I am
answering these questions in the present novel and that The Fountainhead was
only an overture to ATLAS SHRUGGED.
"I trust that no one will tell me that men such as I write about don't
exist. That this book has been written—and published—is my proof that they
do."

of darkness and rock, but the darkness was hiding the ruins of a continent:

the roofless homes, the rusting tractors, the lightless streets, the

abandoned rail. But far in the distance, on the edge of the earth, a small

flame was waving in the wind, the defiantly stubborn flame of Wyatt's Torch,

twisting, being torn and regaining its hold, not to be uprooted or

extinguished. It seemed to be calling and waiting for the words John Galt was

now to pronounce.

"The road is cleared," said Galt. "We are going back to the world."

He raised his hand and over the desolate earth he traced in space the sign

of the dollar.

THE END

ABOUT THE AUTHOR

"My personal life," says Ayn Rand, "is a postscript to my novels; it

consists of the sentence: 'And I mean it.' I have always lived by the

philosophy I present in my books— and it has worked for me, as it works for

my characters. The concretes differ, the abstractions are the same.

"I decided to be a writer at the age of nine, and everything I have done

was integrated to that purpose. I am an American by choice and conviction. I

was born in Europe, but I came to America because this was the country based

on my moral premises and the only country where one could be fully free to

write. I came here alone, after graduating from a European college. I had a

difficult struggle, earning my living at odd jobs, until I could make a

financial success of my writing. No one helped me, nor did I think at any

time that it was anyone's duty to help me.

"In college, I had taken history as my major subject, and philosophy as my

special interest; the first—in order to have a factual knowledge of men's

past, for my future writing; the second—in order to achieve an objective

definition of my values. I found that the first could be learned, but the

second had to be done by me.

"I have held the same philosophy I now hold, for as far back as I can

remember. I have learned a great deal through the years and expanded my

knowledge of details, of specific issues, of definitions, of applications—and

I intend to continue expanding it—but I have never had to change any of my

fundamentals. My philosophy, in essence, is the concept of man as a heroic

being, with his own happiness as the moral purpose of his life, with

productive achievement as his noblest activity, and reason as his only

absolute.

"The only philosophical debt I can acknowledge is to Aristotle. I most

emphatically disagree with a great many parts of his philosophy—but his

definition of the laws of logic and of the means of human knowledge is so

great an achievement that his errors are irrelevant by comparison. You will

find my tribute to him in the titles of the three parts of ATLAS SHRUGGED.

"My other acknowledgment is on the dedication page of this novel. I knew

what values of character I wanted to find in a man. I met such a man—and we

have been married for twenty-eight years. His name is Frank O'Connor.

"To all the readers who discovered The Fountainhead and asked me many

questions about the wider application of its ideas, I want to say that I am

answering these questions in the present novel and that The Fountainhead was

only an overture to ATLAS SHRUGGED.

"I trust that no one will tell me that men such as I write about don't

exist. That this book has been written—and published—is my proof that they

do."