tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-73906310023650566062024-03-05T09:12:49.070-08:00DeLillo:Riddled With Epiphanies<b>The English Department of The College of Mount St. Vincent Presents:DeLillo:Riddled With Epiphanies - A literary conference based on conversation.</b>seymourbloggerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02843717286012748265noreply@blogger.comBlogger1125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7390631002365056606.post-30728157819359039162012-06-08T21:57:00.002-07:002012-06-08T21:57:12.223-07:00Cosmopolis Review: DeLillo and Ayn Rand - Eric Packer and Francisco d'Anconia<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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<span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white;"><span style="color: blue;"><i>Freud is finished. </i>(</span>dead<span style="color: blue;">). <i>Einstein is next.</i></span><span style="color: red;"> </span></span></span></span><span style="background-color: white; text-indent: 4ex;">(</span><span style="background-color: white; text-indent: 4ex;">to die) </span><b style="text-indent: 4ex;">Their worlds are dead</b><span style="color: red; text-indent: 4ex;">.</span><span style="text-indent: 4ex;">(</span><span style="background-color: white; text-indent: 4ex;">C p.6)</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: blue;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: #cccccc;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">"It is not I who will die, it is the world that will end,</span></b>"</span></span><span style="background-color: white;"> </span><span style="background-color: white;"> It is a favorite quote of hers her fans like so much.</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small; text-indent: 24px;"><i><b>Eric Packer</b>: <span style="color: blue;">This was the nuance of every poem, at least for him, at night, these long weeks, one breath after another, </span></i></span><span style="font-size: 14px; text-indent: 24px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><b><span style="color: blue;"><i>in the rotating room at the top of the triplex.</i> </span>(C p. 5 </b>)</span></span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small; text-indent: 24px;"><b>Gail Wynand</b> in </span><b style="font-size: 14px; text-indent: 24px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">The Fountainhead </span></b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small; text-indent: 24px;">has his bedroom at the top of his penthouse where it is glassed all around. </span><br />
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<i><span style="background-color: white;">Recognizing that the movement of the system itself is </span><span style="background-color: black; color: white; font-size: x-large;"> irreversible</span><span style="background-color: white;">, that there's </span><b><span style="background-color: red; color: yellow;">no possible get-out within the logic of the system.</span></b><span style="background-color: white;"> That logic is really global, in the sense that it has absorbed all negativities, including the humanist, universalist, resistance, etc. </span><span style="background-color: white; color: blue; font-weight: bold;">Pushing to the limit means<span style="font-size: large;"> </span></span><span style="background-color: white; color: red; font-size: large; font-weight: bold;">acknowledging this </span><span style="background-color: red; color: yellow; font-size: large; font-weight: bold;">irreversibility</span><span style="background-color: white; color: blue; font-weight: bold;"> and pushing it to the limit of its possibilities, to the point of collapse. Bringing it to saturation point, to the point where the system itself </span><b><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="background-color: blue; color: white;"> creates the accident.</span><span style="background-color: white; color: blue;"> </span></span></b></i><span style="background-color: white;"><i>Thought contributes to this acceleration. It anticipates its end. This is the provocative 'commitment', but giving <b>all it's got</b> to imagining the end.</i> <b>(Baudrillard - Paroxysm p. 23)</b></span><br />
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<b style="background-color: white; color: blue; text-align: justify; text-indent: 4ex;">Vija Kinski - "But these are not the grave-diggers. This is the free market itself. These people are a fantasy generated by the market. They don't exist outside the market. There is nowhere they can go to be on the outside. There is no outside."</b><span style="text-indent: 4ex;"> (C. p. 90)</span><br />
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<span style="background-color: white;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white;"><span style="color: blue;">"The market culture is total. It breeds these men and women. They are necessary to the system they despise. They give it energy and definition. They are market driven. They are traded on the markets of the world. This is why they exist, to invigorate and perpetuate the system."</span><span style="color: red;"> </span> (C. p. 90)</span></b></span><span style="text-align: left; text-indent: 4ex;"> </span></div>
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<span style="background-color: white;"><b style="font-size: medium; text-align: -webkit-auto; text-indent: 0px;"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px; font-style: italic; font-weight: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">To defy the system with a gift to which it cannot respond save by its own collapse and death. Nothing, not even the system, can avoid the symbolic obligation, and it is in this trap that the only chance of a catastrophe for capital remains. ...For it is summoned to answer, if it is not to lose face, to what can only be death. The system must itself commit suicide in response to the multiplied challenge of death and suicide.</span><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px; font-weight: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"> </span><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">(Jean Baudrillard - Symbolic Exchange and Death p. 37) </span></b></span></div>
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<b style="font-size: medium; text-align: -webkit-auto; text-indent: 0px;"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">Here DeLillo is mistaken as he and everyone else regard the 2001 dot.com crash (which did take time) as the stock market catastrophe "predicted" by Cosmopolis. My opinion, and others are either following me or changing on their own are now seeing the derivative crash as the "predicted" catastrophe on Wall Street. That weekend during the 2008 presidential election campaign.</span></b><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial;"><span style="color: #999999; white-space: pre-wrap;"><i><b>Testifying before Congress Greenspan admitted a flaw in his system. </b></i></span></span><b style="font-family: Arial; text-align: justify; text-indent: 24px; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;">The flaw is rational self-interest </span><span class="Apple-style-span">(Ayn Rand)</span><span style="color: blue;">. </span><span style="color: #999999;">Why would these financiers destroy their financial empires? </span></b><br />
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<span style="text-align: -webkit-auto; text-indent: 0px;"><span style="font-family: Arial;"><span style="white-space: pre-wrap;"><i><b>The yen spree was releasing Eric from the influence of his neocortex. He felt even freer than usual, attuned to the register of his lower brain and gaining distance from the need to take inspired action, make original judgments, maintain independent principles and convictions, all the reasons why people are fucked up and birds and rats are not.</b></i></span></span></span><br />
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<span style="text-align: -webkit-auto; text-indent: 0px;"><span style="font-family: Arial;"><span style="white-space: pre-wrap;"><i><b>The stun gun probably helped. The voltage had jellified his musculature for ten or fifteen minutes (</b><b><span style="color: #666666;">and here we have the "near death" experience where your life before and after separate and diverge, growing farther and farther apart. His</span><span style="color: #cccccc;"> <span style="background-color: black;"> </span></span></b><b><span style="background-color: black; color: #cccccc;">Double</span><span style="background-color: white; color: #999999;"> </span><span style="background-color: white; color: #666666;">now is more separated in time than it has been, as we will see in the end.</span><span style="background-color: white;">)and he'd rolled about on the hotel rug, electroconvulsive and strangely elated, deprived of the faculties of reason. (<span style="color: #666666;">Sylvia Plath's Bell Jar is echoed here as she writes a first person narrative of suicidal depression, the electro-convulsive experience and its immediate and long term aftermath.</span>)</span></b></i></span></span></span><br />
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<span style="text-align: -webkit-auto; text-indent: 0px;"><span style="font-family: Arial;"><span style="white-space: pre-wrap;"><i><b>But he could think now, well enough to understand what was happening. There were currencies tumbling everywhere. Bank failures were spreading. He found the humidor and lit a cigar. Strategists could not explain the speed and depth of the fall. They opened their mouths and words came out. <span style="background-color: yellow;">He knew it was the yen. His actions regarding the yen were causing streams of disorder. He was so leveraged, his firm's portfolio large and sprawling, linked crucially to the affairs of so many key institutions, all reciprocally vulnerable, that the whole system was in danger. </span></b></i></span></span></span><br />
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<span style="text-align: -webkit-auto; text-indent: 0px;"><span style="font-family: Arial;"><span style="white-space: pre-wrap;"><i><b>He smoked and watched, feeling strong, proud, stupid and superior. He was also bored and a little dismissive. They were making too much of it. He thought it would end in a day or two .....and looked more closely at one of the women standing there. (C. p. 115-6)</b></i></span></span></span><br />
<b style="text-align: -webkit-auto; text-indent: 0px;"><span style="background-color: black; color: red; font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px; font-style: italic; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">!IMPLOSION! </span><span style="background-color: white; font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px; font-style: italic; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">- Baudrillard through Nietzsche</span><span style="color: blue; font-family: Arial;"><span style="white-space: pre-wrap;"><i><br /></i></span></span></b><br />
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<span style="text-align: -webkit-auto; text-indent: 0px;"><span style="color: #999999;"><b><span style="background-color: white; font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">After seeing Elise outside the theater, eating dinner with her.</span></b></span></span><br />
<span style="text-align: -webkit-auto; text-indent: 0px;"><span style="background-color: white;"><span style="font-family: Arial; vertical-align: baseline;"></span></span><span style="color: #999999; font-family: Arial;"><span style="white-space: pre-wrap;"><b><br /></b></span></span><span style="background-color: white; color: blue; font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px; font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">He knew he was going in. But first he had to lose more money. ...Then he went about losing the money, spreading it systematically in the smoke of rumbling markets. He did this to make certain he could not accept her offer of financial help. …..but it was necessary to resist, of course, or </span><span style="background-color: white; color: red; font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px; font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">die in his soul.</span><span style="background-color: white; color: blue; font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px; font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">...He was making a gesture of his own, a sign of ironic final binding. Let it all come down. Let them see each other pure and lorn. This was the individual’s revenge on the mythical couple.</span><span style="color: #cccccc; font-weight: bold;"><span style="background-color: white; font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px; font-style: italic; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"> </span><span style="background-color: blue; font-family: Arial; font-size: x-large; font-style: italic; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">….The number seemed puny....But it was all air anyway. It was air that flows from the mouth when words are spoken. It was lines of code that interact in simulated space.</span></span><br /><span style="background-color: white; font-weight: bold;"><span style="color: blue; font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px; font-style: italic; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"></span></span><br /><span style="background-color: white; font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">Great financiers know that money does not exist.Gamblers know that money does not exist.</span><br /><span style="background-color: white; font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">The Jesuits know that God does not exist.- Baudrillard</span></span><br />
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<span style="text-align: -webkit-auto; text-indent: 0px;"><span style="background-color: white; font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">Didi Fancher - "Money for paintings. Money for anything. I had to learn how to understand money," she said. "I grew up comfortably. Took me a while to think about money and actually look at it. I began to look at it. Look closely at bills and coins. I learned how it felt to make money and spend it. It felt intensely satisfying. It helped me be a person. </span><span style="background-color: white; font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><b>But I don't know what money is anymore." (C. p. 29)</b></span></span><br />
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<span style="text-align: -webkit-auto; text-indent: 0px;"><span style="background-color: white; font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">Vija Kinski - ....Because money has taken a turn. All wealth has become wealth for its own sake. There's no other kind of enormous wealth. Money has lost its narrative quality the way painting did once upon a time.</span><span style="background-color: white; font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><b> Money is talking to itself. (C. p. 77)</b></span></span><br />
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<span style="text-align: -webkit-auto; text-indent: 0px;"><span style="background-color: white; font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">He watched the president of the World Bank address a chamber of tense economists. He thought the image could be crisper. Then the president of the United States spoke from his limo in English and Finnish.....</span><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><b style="background-color: yellow;">He knew they would figure it out eventually how he'd made it happen, one man, bereaved and tired now.(C. p. 140)</b></span></span><br />
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<b><span style="background-color: black; color: white; font-size: x-large;">Dagny has gone to the Wayne-Faulkland Hotel to confront Francisco as the San Sebastion Mines have been seized by the People's State of Mexico.</span></b></div>
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<span style="color: red;"><b>I came here to ask you a question</b>.</span><b> <span style="color: red;">...The San Sebastian disaster....You did it consciously, cold-bloodedly and with full intention.</span></b><br />
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<b><span style="color: red;">What was it I did with full intention? he said.</span></b><br />
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<b><span style="color: red;">The entire San Sebastian swindle.</span></b><br />
<b><span style="color: red;"><br /></span></b><br />
<b><span style="color: red;">What was my <i>full </i>intention?</span></b><br />
<b><span style="color: red;"><br /></span></b><br />
<b><span style="color: red;">That is what I want to know.</span></b><br />
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<b><span style="color: red;">...Don't start telling me that you gained nothing. I know it. I know you lost fifteen million dollars of your own money. Yet it was done on purpose.</span></b><br />
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<b><span style="color: red;">You didn't give a damn about that Mexican government,...because you knew they'd seize those mines sooner or later. What you were after is your American stockholders.</span></b><br />
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<b><span style="color: red;">...That's part of the truth....It was not all I was after. ...They thought it was safe to ride on my brain, because they assumed that the goal of my journey was wealth. All their calculations rested on that premise that I wanted to make money. </span><span style="background-color: red; color: white;">What if I didn't?</span></b><br />
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<b><span style="color: red;">...If you didn't want to make money, what possible motive could you have had?</span></b><br />
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<b><span style="color: red;">Any number of them. For instance, to spend it.</span></b><br />
<b><span style="color: red;"><br /></span></b><br />
<b><span style="color: red;">To spend money on a certain, total failure?</span></b><br />
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<b><span style="color: red;">How was I to know that those mines were a certain, total failure?</span></b><br />
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<b><span style="color: red;">How could you help knowing it?</span></b><br />
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<b><span style="color: red;">Quite simply. By giving it no thought. </span></b><br />
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<b><span style="color: red;">...Did you intend for me to notice that if you think I did it on purpose, then you still give me credit for having a purpose?</span></b><br />
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<b><span style="color: red;">...didn't you enjoy the spectacle of the behavior of the People's State of Mexico in regard to the San Sebastian Mines? Did you read their government's speeches and the editorials in their newspapers? They are saying that I am an unscrupulous cheat who has defrauded them. They expected to have a successful mining company to seize. I had no right to disappoint them like that.....</span></b><br />
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<b><span style="color: red;">He laughed lying flat on his back: his arms were thrown wide on the carpet, forming a cross with his body; he seemed disarmed, relaxed and young. </span></b><br />
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<b><span style="color: red;">It was worth whatever it cost me. I could afford the price of that show....</span></b><br />
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<b><span style="color: red;">And that's not all they didn't know, he said. They're in for some more knowledge. There's that housing settlement for the workers of San Sebastian. It cost eight million dollars. Steel-frame houses, with plumbing, electricity and refrigeration. Also a school, a church, a hospital and a movie theater. A settlement built for people who had lived in hovels made of driftwood and stray tin cans. My reward for building it was to be the privilege of escaping with my skin, a special concession due to the accident of my not being a native of the People's State of Mexico. That workers' settlement was also part of their plans. A model example of progressive State Housing. Well, those steel-frame houses are mainly cardboard, with a coating of good imitation shellac. They won't stand another year. The plumbing pipes - as well as most of our mining equipment - were purchased from dealers whose main source of supply are the city dumps of Buenos Aires and Rio de Janeiro. I'd give those pipes another five months, and the electric system about six. The wonderful roads we graded up four thousand feet of rock for the People's State of Mexico, will not last beyond a couple of winters; they're cheap cement without foundation, and the bracing at the bad turns is just painted clapboard. Wait for one good mountain slide. The church, I think, will stand. They'll need it.</span></b><br />
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<b><span style="color: red;">Francisco, she whispered, did you do it on purpose?</span></b><br />
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<span style="color: red;"><b>...Whether I did it on purpose, he said, or through neglect, or through stupidity, don't you understand that that doesn't make any difference?</b></span><br />
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<span style="color: red;"><b>...She looked at him blankly. What are you trying to say?</b></span><br />
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<span style="color: red;"><b>I am saying that the workers' settlement of San Sebastian cost eight million dollars,...The price paid for those cardboard houses was the price that could have bought steel structures. So was the price paid for every other item. That money went to men who grow rich by such methods. Such men do not remain rich for long. The money will go into channels which will carry it, not to the most productive, but to the most corrupt. By the standards of our time, the man who has the least to offer is the man who wins. That money will vanish in projects such as the San Sebastian Mines.</b></span><br />
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<span style="color: red;"><b>...Is that what you're after?</b></span><br />
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<span style="color: red;"><b>Yes.</b></span><br />
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<span style="color: red;"><b>Is that what you find amusing?</b></span><br />
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<span style="color: red;"><b>Yes.</b></span><br />
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<b><span style="color: red;">I was thinking of your name, she said....It was a tradition of your family that a d'Anconia always left a fortune greater than the one he received. </span>(Here's the "gift" and the "counter-gift".) </b><br />
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<b><span style="background-color: red; color: white;">Oh yes, my ancestors had a remarkable ability for doing the right thing at the right time - and for making the right investments. Of course, 'investment' is a relative term. It depends on what you wish to accomplish. For instance, look at San Sebastian. It cost me fifteen million dollars, but those fiftteen million wiped out forty million belonging to Taggart Transcontinental, thirty-five million belonging to stockholders such as James Taggart and Orren Boyle, and hundreds of millions which will be lost in secondary consequences. That's not a bad return on an investment, is it, Dagny.?</span></b><br />
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<b><span style="color: red;">She was sitting straight. Do you realize what you are saying?</span></b><br />
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<b><span style="color: red;">Oh, fully! Shall I beat you to it and name the consequences you were going to reproach me for? First, I don't think that Taggart Transcontinental will recover from its loss on that preposterous San Sebastian Line. You think it will, but it won't. Second, the San Sebastian helped your brother, James, to destroy the Phoenix-Durango, which was about the only good railroad left anywhere. </span></b><br />
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<b><span style="color: red;">..Do you _ ...do you know Ellis Wyatt?</span></b><br />
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<b><span style="color: red;">Sure. </span></b><br />
<b><span style="color: red;"><br /></span></b><br />
<b><span style="color: red;">Do you know what this might do to him?</span></b><br />
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<b><span style="color: red;">Yes. He's the one who's going to be wiped out next. </span>(AS pp. 115- 121)</b><br />
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<b>There are more resonances for the reader to find if she wishes. After reading this does anyone dare to say that Francisco d'Anconia was a self-destructive loser who lost millions? No? I thought not. And if anyone had dared say that, Rand would have chopped her up in teeny tiny pieces. </b><br />
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<b><span style="background-color: black; color: white; font-size: large;">Why then have all the reviewers, all the academics, Cronenberg, and all blogs on Cosmopolis said that Eric Packer is a self-destructive loser? Are there really that many people out there who have misread DeLillo's book?</span></b><br />
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<b><span style="background-color: black; color: white; font-size: large;">Yeah. I guess so.</span></b></div>
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