You will then be taken to our Education Programs web portal. So we walked to the Home of the Street Sweepers. Then the bell rings and we walk in a straight column to the City Theatre for three hours of Social Recreation. The laws say that men may not write unless the Council of Vocations bid them so. They find it upon scraps of old manuscripts or cut into the fragments of ancient stones.
Sure, it's really short--so is Animal Farm, but that is a story with depth. Anthem is a good story with unusual characters, plot and setting. We had been a good Street Sweeper and like all our brother Street Sweepers, save for our cursed wish to know. The door opened twice each day, once for the men who brought us bread and water, and once for the Judges. Essays on Ayn Rand's Anthem. We were a child then, ten years old. Ayn Rand has set her beliefs in an idea she calls objectivism and displays them heavily in Anthem.
Then we sing hymns, the Hymn of Brotherhood, and the Hymn of Equality, and the Hymn of the Collective Spirit. We have built an oven of the bricks we gathered in the streets. Let us forget their good and our evil, let us forget all things save that we are together and that there is joy as a bond between us. It is base and evil. But we gathered all the things we found and we brought them to our work place. But tonight, for a reason we cannot fathom, we wish it were possible to us to know the likeness of our own person. And so it wasn't that hard to predict where this was going.
There is so much work ahead for all of us, for all the Scholars of the world. So, this society is based on The Borg the collective, and all existence is supposed to be to toil for the good of the whole. All the great modern inventions come from the Home of the Scholars, such as the newest one, which was found only a hundred years ago, of how to make candles from wax and string; also, how to make glass, which is put in our windows to protect us from the rain. We have broken the laws. So much is still to be learned! On that day, Equality 7-2521 and a fellow Street Sweeper came across a grate in the earth, and discovered that it led to a great underground tunnel so far as we can tell, a subway from the Unmentionable Times before the Great Rebirth.
New York: Tom Doherty Associates. We fell, but we never let the box fall from our hands. Then they go to work. We seized our box, we shoved them aside, and we ran to the window. Regardless of their source, the ready availability of these texts has led many to seek out electronic editions to supplement or replace the purchase of print editions. We learned the names of all the winds which blow over the seas and push the sails of our great ships. We knelt, and we crawled forward, our hand groping along the iron line to see where it would lead.
It is this council that determines what is essential for the collective at the moment. One man who does not even know he is a single human being because the words for it have been erased from his society, slowly discovers that he has a mind, he can learn, he can love, and he can live as something other than a cog in a mindless machinelike society. Nothing is realized, everything is forced. It's been two decades since the Berlin Wall fell, and for the vast majority of the world, communism isn't much of a threat anymore. And we could not speak. It is a grey house on a narrow street.
I guard my treasures: my thought, my will, my freedom. The only virtue of Anthem is that it's mercifully short; as a work of fiction it's painfully simple and transparent, the plot is predictable, weakly imagined and heavy handed. Many days passed before we could speak to the Golden One again. Newer editions also include a copy of the older edition as it was first published in England in 1937 with editing markup for the American publication in 1946. Thus we learned their name, and we stood watching them go, till their white tunic was lost in the blue mist. We go on and we bless the earth under our feet.
Rand identified collectivism — the idea that individuals should be subjugated to the group and sacrificed for the common good — not only as a moral evil but as the essential cause of the political evils then engulfing the civilized world. It is a sin to think words no others think and to put them down upon a paper no others are to see. But when they speak it they are put to death. Without this extra thought, advancement is very slow and the people together suffer from it. This writing expressed her views and beliefs that the United States would be repeating a dark place of its history.