This post has little to do with the subject of this blog, but an item so delightful demands to be posted. In the letters of Flannery O'Connor, I recently ran across this incisive evaluation:
The fiction of Ayn Rand is as low as you can get re fiction. I hope you picked it up off the floor of the subway and threw it in the nearest garbage pail. She makes Mickey Spillane look like Dostoevsky.
Ouch! Ms O'Connor really could express herself!
Flannery O’Connor, 31 May 1960 Letter to Maryat Lee, The Habit of Being, (New York: Farrar, Straus, Giroux, 1979), 398.