The Soft Side Of Dagny
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"A young woman lay stretched on the sun-flooded planks, watching a battery of fishing rods. She glanced up at the sound of the car, then leaped to her feet in a single swift movement, a shade too swift, and ran to the road. She wore slacks, rolled above the knees of her bare leg, she had dark, disheveled hair and large eyes.
"Hello, John! When did you get in?" she called.
"This morning," he answered, smiling and driving on.
Dagny jerked her head to look back and saw the glance with which the young woman stood looking after Galt. And even though hopelessness, serenely accepted, was part of the worship in that glance, she experienced a feeling she had never known before: a stab of jealousy.
"Who is that?" she asked.
"Our best fishwife. she provides the fish for Hammond's grocery market."
"What else is she?"
"You've noticed that there's a 'what else' for every one of us here? she's a writer. The kind of writer who wouldn't be published outside. She believes that when one deals with words, one deals with the mind."
I credit rockymountainpirate for reminding me of this scene in AS. This is a rare glimpse of Dagny examining her emotions and empathizing with another. A poignant, human understanding and connection with romantic love. For the young girl, it goes unrequited-but Dagny feels a stab of jealousy regardless. I thought it would be fun to explore that scene a little and Dagny's first experience with jealousy. Is the scene used to foreshadow that her feelings for Hank will not be what she will experience falling in love with Galt? Is the scene actually to demonstrate the softer side of Dagny? Dagny the woman-not Dagny the railroad industrialist. Any thoughts?
As an aside: I read that this scene was in part a Hitchcock-esque cameo for Rand. If so, how interesting that the young writer is almost portrayed as Galt keeping her "innocent and pure" in the Gulch. As we know, that writer would be published "out there" and achieve the prominence of one the most important thinkers of the 20th century.
"A young woman lay stretched on the sun-flooded planks, watching a battery of fishing rods. She glanced up at the sound of the car, then leaped to her feet in a single swift movement, a shade too swift, and ran to the road. She wore slacks, rolled above the knees of her bare leg, she had dark, disheveled hair and large eyes.
"Hello, John! When did you get in?" she called.
"This morning," he answered, smiling and driving on.
Dagny jerked her head to look back and saw the glance with which the young woman stood looking after Galt. And even though hopelessness, serenely accepted, was part of the worship in that glance, she experienced a feeling she had never known before: a stab of jealousy.
"Who is that?" she asked.
"Our best fishwife. she provides the fish for Hammond's grocery market."
"What else is she?"
"You've noticed that there's a 'what else' for every one of us here? she's a writer. The kind of writer who wouldn't be published outside. She believes that when one deals with words, one deals with the mind."
I credit rockymountainpirate for reminding me of this scene in AS. This is a rare glimpse of Dagny examining her emotions and empathizing with another. A poignant, human understanding and connection with romantic love. For the young girl, it goes unrequited-but Dagny feels a stab of jealousy regardless. I thought it would be fun to explore that scene a little and Dagny's first experience with jealousy. Is the scene used to foreshadow that her feelings for Hank will not be what she will experience falling in love with Galt? Is the scene actually to demonstrate the softer side of Dagny? Dagny the woman-not Dagny the railroad industrialist. Any thoughts?
As an aside: I read that this scene was in part a Hitchcock-esque cameo for Rand. If so, how interesting that the young writer is almost portrayed as Galt keeping her "innocent and pure" in the Gulch. As we know, that writer would be published "out there" and achieve the prominence of one the most important thinkers of the 20th century.
The first time we meet Dagny is a great example of her soft side-- the reader sees her on the train where she takes a moment to feel the music of Richard Halley and talk with the brakeman. Then transition to Jim's office where he says "You don't feel anything!"
"I thought it revealed the soft side of Rand."
huh. excellent
Also, how a young Ayn Rand would behave in the presence of a John Galt. She got to explore that a bit. Something she longed to experience and never did.
Thank you for posting this. As every one of Rand's passages are, it's brilliantly written.
And the tranquility, the scenery, the visual of someone who is producing even if it's not their chosen trade for the time being and loving it all the same, the comradery of being around like minded individuals and the peaceful comfort they all feel (oh whoa whoa whoa whoa) of being in that environment. The list of pluses goes on and on with this scene
---SO much of the book resonated with me I can't remember them all...but when I was reminded of this part recently it knocked me over because a couple of paragraphs covering about 10 seconds of time is so full of meaning. You can't read that and not have a happy sigh reaction.
This scene should be included into the movie.
The scene is in the book for a reason, and we're in Dagny's head and it's about emotions.
I completely agree with your last point.
Chapter 7, The John Galt Line:
Once, when she was sixteen, looking at a long stretch of Taggart track, at the rails that converged - like the lines of a skyscraper-to a single point in the distance, she had told Eddie Willers that she had always felt as if the rails were held in the hand of a man beyond the horizon-no, not her father or any of the men in the office-and some day she would meet him.
She shook her head and turned away from the window.
She went back to her desk. She tried to reach for the reports. But suddenly she was slumped across the desk, her head on her arm. don't, she thought; but she did not move to rise, it made no difference, there was no one to see her.
This was a longing she had never permitted herself to acknowledge. She faced it now. She thought: If emotion is one's response to the things the world has to offer, if she loved the rails, the buildings and more: if she loved her love for them-there was still one response, the greatest, that she had missed. She thought: To find a feeling that would hold, as their sum, as their final expression, the purpose of all the things she loved on earth...To find a consciousness like her own, who would be the meaning of her world, as she would be of his...No, not Francisco d'Anconia, not Hank Rearden, not any man she had ever met or admired...A man who existed only in her knowledge of her capacity for an emotion she had never felt, but would have given her life to experience...She twisted herself in a slow, fail movement, her breasts pressed to the desk; she felt the longing in her muscles, in the nerves of her body.
Is that what you want? Is it as simple as that? she thought, but knew that it was not simple. There was some unbreakable link between her love for her work and the desire of her body; as if one were the completion of the other-and the desire would never be satisfied, except by a being of equal greatness.
Her face pressed to her arm, she moved her head, shaking it slowly in negation. She would never find it. Her own thought of what life could be like, was all she would ever have of the world she had wanted. Only the thought of it- and a few rare moments, like a few lights reflected from it on her way-to know, to hold, to follow to the end...
She raised her head.
On the pavement of the alley, outside her window, she saw the shadow of a man who stoood at the door of her office.
The second time reader gets the poignancy when knowing who it was outside the window.
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Rand's response cracked me up. i really wish she had responded to the question just to know how conscientious she was with her fiction. a member here, amagi, mentioned the other day that she met Rand and asked the author if she knew what the Scandinavian definitions of Ragnar and Dagny were. amagi said that Rand was not aware of their meaning, in which case it's just a happy coincidence that their roles match their names' definitions (Ragnar = happy warrior while Dagny = new day), although a reader could certainly say that Rand did this intentionally. i think that readers take in a lot more meaning than what authors consciously include in their art, but that's part of the beauty of writing stories and releasing them to the world.
EitherOr mentioned the scene with Dagny on the train where she is enjoying Halley's music being whistled. i agree that it's a good example of dagny displaying her softer side. at this point in the story, Dagny wasn't yet on the "flight or fight" response. she was able to be in enough of a relaxed state-of-mind to let the right side of her brain have its enjoyment. her world wasn't perfect and not everything was pleasant, but she wasn't yet fighting the system the way she spends the rest of the book doing. the next time Dagny is able to relax is also the next time we clearly see her express an emotion that isn't sexual (oh, there's another topic: was dagny's sexual affair with hank an emotionally one or not?) is when she's in the gulch with John. the world is horrible outside, but she's found common ground in the haven with that select group of men and women. because she doesn't have to fight in the gulch, she can relax enough to be the person she might have been able to be in the outside world if the country hadn't been pushed to its tipping point by the moochers. i imagine that, should the story have continued after dagny re-entered the gulch, we would have eventually met a character displaying a better balance of intellect and sensualism. it's clear that dagny is multifaceted and capable of emotion; the reader just doesn't get to see too much of her softer side in the portion of dagny's story that Rand chose to write.
To be defeated and overcome by the most alpha male possible?
She certainly does not understand the philosophy as deeply as Galt, but he does not know how to run an industry the way she can either.
Since when is romance about fighting? Since Rand stuck her own perversities into her fiction.
In her personal life, as I've already argued, I hold Dagny in utter contempt. I can see her switching to Rearden, after her disappointment in D'Anconia, but she's just a freaking mattressback giving herself to the most powerful male when she takes up with Galt.
If she was a woman of character and deep emotion (oh, wait, we've already established that she's emotionally crippled), she'd be with Rearden at the end of the story, not Mr. "Who is John Stalker?"
Apparently Galt can do everything except walk o water (and he's working on an app for that). He managed to hold down a physically demanding full-time job, but he can also flit across the country picking up converts, depriving Dagny of resources, spying on everyone, building and utilizing not only his home in Atlantis, the power plant, but also his lab in his hovel in the real world... and still taking a month off in June, with his job that requires no mental application waiting for him upon his return.
I'd be shocked if Galt couldn't do anything better than everyone.
And when did Dagny dump Hank? Why, wasn't it right after he caved-in to Ferris to protect her? Tsk tsk... weakness is unmanly, step to the rear of the line, beta-male. NEXT!
Francisco was a close second to Galt. He was the unobtainable. Francisco had something greener on the other side syndrome. Everything was always on his schedule when it suited him. With him she always felt she had to stand strong. He left her alone to fight all on her own. Francisco made the choice for both of them and he just wasn't there for her. She could torture herself over him and try to have faith in him but eventually she had to chose what was best for her.
It wasn't about finding the alpha male, it was about finding the one. John Galt was the one that was there when no one else was. He was the one that was there in her darkest times. He was the one that was strong enough to carry her when she needed to be, a shoulder to rest her head on. He was the one that saw all of her suffering and the obstacles she faced. He also saw the strength that continuously carried her pushing her to move forward. With Galt she didn't have to hide her strength or her weakness, he challenged her to be her true self. He was the one she could trust like no other He was satisfied with the person he was and He wasn't going to put on an act to win anyone's approval. She could be strong around him and he wouldn't be threatened. He had to be able to count on her when he needed it too. It wasn't a fight to see who wins, it was what was necessary for her to want to come to him unrestrained freely and totally and share herself with him and he with her.
yeah, it was about finding "the one"... which in this case is the most alpha male. Otherwise "the one" would be Rearden (or Francisco) because it wouldn't matter that she had to be there whenever he needed her.
Reading her has taught me to expect nothing but the best from whoever I bring in my life, because to be with someone who doesn't embody your values is to be *hypocritical* to your values just as much as any collectivist action might be.
I just went through this: I tried to bond with someone because they had the "outer" but not the philosophy (reach through the computer and b**tch-slap me, I know) - not saying they have to be an Objectivist per se, but they should embody what you consider to be the highest, so you can be like your own "Galt & Dagny" or O'Conner & Rand herself)
Shakespeare once said, "Reason & love keep little company together," meaning that if your rational you'll never feel love...that one must FOREGO reason in order to feel it, but Rand, especially with Atlas, definitely DISPROVED that...at least as much as you can in fiction, anyway.
This might sound cheesy, but when I read "The Romantic Manifesto" I originally thought it would go into her concepts about romance and love ;), not artistry or esthetic principles. Silly moi.
hey! this is perfect for the Bunny Ranch post
Gotta love it.
Another example: heard the term "misandry" before? It's basically the male equivalent to misogyny.
There's this book called "Spreading Misandry: Teaching Contempt for Men in Popular Culture" that I want to check out soon (if I manage to make it through this literary-crackhead stack of books I already have piled up in my study). Let you know if it's any good. Amazon link here:
http://www.amazon.com/Spreading-Misandry...
Hank lost her because of the guilt wrapped up with his love
Galt waited patiently for her to discover him. Although he undermined her, he did not mislead or lose her trust. Trust was only built between the two of them from the point of meeting. He would have invited her to the Gulch had he thought she would come. I've often thought about the irony of Wyatt, Reardon and Taggart all together -three birds with one stone! But Galt knew only Wyatt would be persuaded
me too on the characters
Dagny never learned respect for men, not real respect for real men... just like Rand.
Patiently my ass. He spied on her and sabotaged her every effort to save her family business.
Yeah, I figured it out. In Rand's universe, there's no such thing as loyalty beyond a crotch-itch.
"guilt wrapped up with his love"? What "guilt"? Didn't she not-know about why he gave in to Ferris until *after* she got back from the gulch? No, he lost status in her eyes when he gave in.
Exactly what did Galt have to offer that she didn't already have with Rearden?
Sleeping with your partner's friend is worse. You don't get horrible diseases from someone undermining your business.
Another subject. We wrote, a while ago, about "humaneness" of these characters. More recently, here, we wrote about love and about falling in love. Is there a way we could have a deeper conversation about these concepts and about how Rand would define them, without vulgarities and without straying away off the mian subject? As you can tell, I am a novice in the Gultch. Am I too naive to have these expectations? It seems to me very clear that only the deeper discussions from which all of us learn something and improve ourselvves are worth the time. Otherwise, I have better things to do. Your thoghts? Would you be kind enough to help educate a Gultch novice?
Best of luck!
Does the latest version of Internet Explorer wotk with your editing?
Thanks again.
"That's correct. Not everyone deserves to be loved."
OUCH! Gotta love it...
Absolutely. That's Rand writing herself into Galt's Gulch.