Allen Turned Resolutely To Writing
Allen July 12th, 2005
He bent his will to the task at hand. He had always felt a desire, a burning desire to write a review of Ayn Rand’s Atlas Shrugged. He didn’t just want to write a review, but the best review possible. To take the essence of his soul and pour it into writing the superlative review that the world would hail from this day forward.
Others had told Allen that writing such a review was impossible. That trying to capture how wooden and stilted Ayn’s prose sounds at times is a folly attempted only by those who are too conceited to recognize their own limitations. But Allen sneered at such worms. He felt that only he could show how Ayn would hammer her characters into the thin sheets of tin. Tin characters who would endlessly spout her philosophy. Only he could bend his will to the surmounting of this task. And when he was finished, only Allen would stand triumphant in the field of literary criticism. Of this fact, Allen was sure.
He smiled slightly as he typed these words. It was a smile of resolution. A smile of a job well done. And done beyond the expectations of mere mortals.
Allen pushed the "Save" button.
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