I didn’t learn this in a class. I bumped into it on a bus, holding a beat-up copy of Atlas Shrugged after a messy summer. Rent was tight. My head was louder than my phone. I wanted a simple rule book that didn’t talk down to me. Objectivism felt blunt. Kind of bracing. And, you …
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