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    Anthem

    By Ayn Rand

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    Ayn Rand's classic bestseller, Anthem, is the unforgettable tale of a nightmarish totalitarian future-and the ultimate triumph of the individual spirit. First published in 1938, and often compared with Orwell's 1984 and Huxley's Brave New World, this beautifully written story has introduced millions to Rand's provocative worldview.
    LanguageEnglish
    PublisherJH
    Release dateMar 25, 2019
    ISBN9788834100868
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    Ayn Rand

    Ayn Rand (San Petersburgo, 1905; Nueva York, 1982) fue una escritora y filósofa nacida en Rusia y nacionalizada estadounidense. Tras publicar sus dos primeras novelas, Los que vivimos (1936) e Himno (1938), el éxito le llegó con El manantial (1943) y La rebelión de Atlas (1957), su obra cumbre. En ellas, Rand desarrolló su filosofía, conocida como Objetivismo, en la que concretiza su original visión del hombre como «un ser heroico, con su propia felicidad como el propósito moral de su vida, con el logro productivo como su actividad más noble, y con la razón como su único absoluto».  Más tarde, establecería los fundamentos teóricos de dicha filosofía en sus libros de no ficción: Introducción a la epistemología objetivista (1979), La virtud del egoísmo (1964), Capitalismo: el ideal desconocido (1966) y El manifiesto romántico (1969). Deusto ha publicado sus obras completas. Su legado continúa siendo enormemente influyente entre conservadores y libertarios, tanto en Estados Unidos como en el resto del mundo, porque choca de frente contra la inercia cultural adquirida, cuestionando el eje «misticismo-altruismo-colectivismo» y sustituyéndolo por una filosofía basada en «razón-egoísmo-capitalismo».

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      Anthem - Ayn Rand

      Anthem

      Ayn Rand

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      PART ONE

      It is a sin to write this. It is a sin to think words no others think and to put them down upon a paper no others are to see. It is base and evil. It is as if we were speaking alone to no ears but our own. And we know well that there is no transgression blacker than to do or think alone. We have broken the laws. The laws say that men may not write unless the Council of Vocations bid them so. May we be forgiven!

      But this is not the only sin upon us. We have committed a greater crime, and for this crime there is no name. What punishment awaits us if it be discovered we know not, for no such crime has come in the memory of men and there are no laws to provide for it.

      It is dark here. The flame of the candle stands still in the air. Nothing moves in this tunnel save our hand on the paper. We are alone here under the earth. It is a fearful word, alone. The laws say that none among men may be alone, ever and at any time, for this is the great transgression and the root of all evil. But we have broken many laws. And now there is nothing here save our one body, and it is strange to see only two legs stretched on the ground, and on the wall before us the shadow of our one head.

      The walls are cracked and water runs upon them in thin threads without sound, black and glistening as blood. We stole the candle from the larder of the Home of the Street Sweepers. We shall be sentenced to ten years in the Palace of Corrective Detention if it be discovered. But this matters not. It matters only that the light is precious and we should not waste it to write when we need it for that work which is our crime. Nothing matters save the work, our secret, our evil, our precious work. Still, we must also write, for—may the Council have mercy upon us!—we wish to speak for once to no ears but our own.

      Our name is Equality 7-2521, as it is written on the iron bracelet which all men wear on their left wrists with their names upon it. We are twenty-one years old. We are six feet tall, and this is a burden, for there are not many men who are six feet tall. Ever have the Teachers and the Leaders pointed to us and frowned and said:

      There is evil in your bones, Equality 7-2521, for your body has grown beyond the bodies of your brothers. But we cannot change our bones nor our body.

      We were born with a curse. It has always driven us to thoughts which are forbidden. It has always given us wishes which men may not wish. We know that we are evil, but there is no will in us and no power to resist it. This is our wonder and our secret fear, that we know and do not resist.

      We strive to be like all our brother men, for all men must be alike. Over the portals of the Palace of the World Council, there are words cut in the marble, which we repeat to ourselves whenever we are tempted:

        "WE ARE ONE IN ALL AND ALL IN ONE.

        THERE ARE NO MEN BUT ONLY THE GREAT WE,

        ONE, INDIVISIBLE AND FOREVER."

      We repeat this to ourselves, but it helps us not.

      These words were cut long ago. There is green mould in the grooves of the letters and yellow streaks on the marble, which come from more years than men could count. And these words are the truth, for they are written on the Palace of the World Council, and the World Council is the body of all truth. Thus has it been ever since the Great Rebirth, and farther back than that no memory can reach.

      But we must never speak of the times before the Great Rebirth, else we are sentenced to three years in the Palace of Corrective Detention. It is only the Old Ones who whisper about it in the evenings, in the Home of the Useless. They whisper many strange things, of the towers which rose to the sky, in those Unmentionable Times, and of the wagons which moved without horses, and of the lights which burned without flame. But those times were evil. And those times passed away, when men saw the Great Truth which is this: that all men are one and that there is no will save the will of all men together.

      All men are good and wise. It is only we, Equality 7-2521, we alone who were born with a curse. For we are not like our brothers. And as we look back upon our life, we see that it has ever been thus and that it has brought us step by step to our last, supreme transgression, our crime of crimes hidden here under the ground.

      We remember the Home of the Infants where we lived till we were five years old, together with all the children of the City who had been born in the same year. The sleeping halls there were white and clean and bare of all things save one hundred beds. We were just like all our brothers then, save for the one transgression: we fought with our brothers. There are few offenses blacker than to fight with our brothers, at any age and for

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