Ah, Atlas Shrugged. Or as I prefer to call it, The Gospel According to Mammon. A 1,200-page love letter to self-interest, written with all the subtlety of a cannon in a cathedral. Where to begin? Imagine if a Greek myth, a Victorian […]
Ah, Atlas Shrugged. Or as I prefer to call it, The Gospel According to Mammon. A 1,200-page love letter to self-interest, written with all the subtlety of a cannon in a cathedral. Where to begin? Imagine if a Greek myth, a Victorian […]