Read the excerpt from Anthem, by Ayn Rand.I do not surrender my treasures, nor do I share them. The fortune of my spirit is not to be blown into coins of brass and flung to the winds as alms for the poor of the spirit. I guard my treasures: my thought, my will, my freedom. The imagery of treasure and fortune helps to establish which theme?
Perhaps they cried out in protest and in warning. But men paid no heed to their warning. And they, these few, fought a hopeless battle, and they perished with their banners smeared by their own blood. And they chose to perish, for they knew. To them, I send my salute across the centuries, and my pity.
It is my eyes which see, and the sight of my eyes grants beauty to the earth. It is my ears which hear, and the hearing of my ears gives its song to the world. It is my mind which thinks, and the judgment of my mind is the only searchlight that can find the truth.
Read the excerpt from Anthem. For the word “We” must never be spoken, save by one’s choice and as a second thought. This word must never be placed first within man’s soul, else it becomes a monster, the root of all the evils on earth, the root of man’s torture by men, and of an unspeakable lie.The words “the root of man’s torture by men” develop the excerpt’s theme by
In Anthem, the narrator’s name, Equality 7-2521, helps to develop a theme that
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I AM. I THINK. I WILL. My hands . . . My spirit . . . My sky . . . My forest . . . This earth of mine . . . What must I say besides? These are the words. This is the answer.
Read the excerpt from Anthem.I stand here on the summit of the mountain. I lift my head and I spread my arms. This, my body and spirit, this is the end of the quest. I wished to know the meaning of things. I am the meaning. I wished to find a warrant for being. I need no warrant for being, and no word of sanction upon my being. I am the warrant and the sanction.The excerpt supports the theme of
Neither am I the means to any end others may wish to accomplish. I am not a tool for their use. I am not a servant of their needs. I am not a bandage for their wounds. I am not a sacrifice on their altars.I am a man. This miracle of me is mine to own and keep, and mine to guard, and mine to use, and mine to kneel before!
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