When I was in high school various members of the self-identifying "intellectual crowd" were going on about The Fountainhead and Atlas Shrugged. I was too busy reading science fiction to give here a try.
I always kept a little note tucked into the back of my read to read them.
In 2000, a copy of The Fountainhead practically fell into my lap and I dove in. I am so sorry that I will never get those days back. Her needlessly dense sentences and overblown mean philosophies made me weep for the trees that died to make her books.
Her character speak in unrealistic long-winded compounded sentences, congratulating themselves on their assumed inherent superiority.
I, for one, would not prefer to live in one of Mr. Roarck's building, or be in business with John Galt...wankers.