In 1962, Ayn Rand was briefly commissioned to write a weekly column for the Los Angeles Times, whereby her writing was nationally syndicated, however she left the column after only a year because of a lack of interest in pop culture news. She wrote the following piece about a week after Marilyn Monroe’s untimely death.
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Through Your Most Grievous Fault
August 19, 1962 - Los Angeles Times
The death of Marilyn Monroe shocked people, with an impact different from their reaction to the death of any other movie star or public figure. All over the world people felt a peculiar sense of personal involvement and of protest, like a universal cry of “Oh, no!”
They felt that her death had some special significance, almost like a warning which they could not decipher…and they felt a nameless apprehension, the sense that something terribly wrong was involved.
They were right to feel it.
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Rand….I love when things relate
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