Michael Stuart Kelly Posted April 19, 2007 Share Posted April 19, 2007 Victor,Below are two posts I made to you and Angie. The quote by Rand is from her interview tapes with Barbara. Rand did believe in love at first sight in the full sense of the term. This is Ayn Rand's first impression of Frank O'Connor, soon after she arrived in Hollywood in the mid 1920's. It is from The Passion of Ayn Rand by Barbara Branden, pp. 78-79.It was a morning during Ayn's second week in Hollywood. She sat on the street car, gazing abstractedly out the window. "I didn't see him enter, but then I noticed him some benches away. I suddenly caught sight of his face—and that was it."He was tall and slender; a strand of hair fell over his forehead; he wore an open shirt, and slacks over long legs. The skin of his face was taught against high cheekbones. His mouth was long and thin. His eyes were cold, clear blue. He was half dozing, his body relaxed with the boneless elegance of a cat.Ayn felt a shock of astonishment—a sense of almost recognition—and an emotion of such intensity that she could not know if it was pleasure or pain. She would recall thinking that if she were a painter and were asked to put on canvas her own private vision of the perfect human face and figure, it would be this face and this figure that she would struggle to create. She felt as if she were chained to her seat—or chained to him—unable to move."Don't let them tell me about love at first sight," she said in future years. "It was love at first sight."Do you mean something like this from The Fountainhead?"I did want to see you two together for once," said Toohey, holding a delicate cup balanced nonchalantly. "Perfectly silly of me, isn't it? There's really nothing to make an occasion of, but then I'm silly and sentimental at times, like all of us. My compliments on your choice, Catherine. I owe you an apology, I never suspected you of such good taste. You and Peter make a wonderful couple. You'll do a great deal for him. You'll cook his Cream of Wheat, launder his handkerchiefs and bear his children, though of course the children will all have measles at one time or another, which is a nuisance."(...)"Katie and I met seven years ago," said Keating defensively. "And it was love at first sight of course?""Yes," said Keating and felt himself being ridiculous."It must have been spring," said Toohey. "It usually is. There's always a dark movie theater, and two people lost to the world, their hands clasped together—but hands do perspire when held too long, don't they? Still, it's beautiful to be in love. The sweetest story ever told—and the tritest. Don't turn away like that, Catherine. We must never allow ourselves to lose our sense of humor."He smiled. The kindliness of his smile embraced them both. The kindliness was so great that it made their love seem small and mean, because only something contemptible could evoke such immensity of compassion.There are other indications from her writing. Also, people speculate that she never really did get over Leo, her first great love. See "The Husband I Bought" for a young version of how she viewed love. From her writings, I believe she held an infatuation for Hickman (the child murderer she was using as a partial model for a hero in an early work) based on his appearance. Even in "The Simplest Thing in the World," one of the scenes Dorn imagines is a girl. Look at the following paragraph for a real peek into the depth of where this comes from (The Romantic Manifesto, p. 182):And the building next door—it's a smart hotel, and there's this one large window right over her roof, and the window is of frosted glass, because the view is so ugly. She can't see anything in that window—only the silhouettes of people against the light. Only the shadows. And she sees this one man there—he's tan and slender and he holds his shoulders as if he were giving orders to the whole world. And he moves as if that were a light and easy job for him to do. And she falls in love with him. With his shadow. She's never seen him and she doesn't want to. She doesn't know anything about him and she never tries to learn. She doesn't care. It's not what he is. It's what she thinks of him as being. It's a love without future, without hope or the need of hope, a love great enough to find happiness in nothing but its own greatness, unreal, inexpressible, undemanding—and more real than anything around her.. . .And then, that evening, she is sitting alone on the roof, and there's a shot, and that window is shattered, and that man leaps out onto her roof. She sees him for the first time—and this is the miracle: for once in her life, he is what she had wanted him to be, he looks as she had wanted him to look.Apparently her idea was to allow herself to fall in love deeply at first sight, then make it happen in reality. Michael Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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