Atlas Shrugged Book Review Novels & Stories

I moan, leaning into the toilet seat. “You can’t die.” Atlas says, holding my hair back as we sprawl across the toilet floor. He’s leaning his head on the wall and his eyes were closed the last time I looked at him. “I am.” “No.” “Everybody dies.” “When they’re old and boring. You’re neither.” “I will be one day.” “You’ll never be boring.” I snort. “That’s just your biased opinion.” “No, that’s a fact. It’s just who you are. One big mystery. Mysteries are never boring.”

“I did not.” Philip chuckled. “You did.” Atlas looked out the window. The road stretched endlessly ahead. But his mind was still back in that field. Jacob’s hands gripping the sword. Jacob’s voice. Jacob’s eyes. Atlas suddenly sat up straighter. No. Absolutely not. “I’m not attracted to men,” he muttered. Philip blinked. “I didn’t say you were.” Atlas looked at him sharply. “You implied it.” Philip laughed. “Relax.” Atlas crossed his arms. “I’m serious.”