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Free eBook: Anthem by Ayn Rand. "A dystopian fiction novella by Ayn Rand, first published in It takes place at some unspecified future date when mankind. C O M /A N T H E M. A Y N R A N D ∙ A N T H E M 4 THE LEG A LITIES The text of Anthem is in the U. and design in any other. Anthem, written in , is Ayn Rand's novelette about the essence of collectivism. It was published So begins Anthem, whose theme is, in Ayn Rand's words.

I also now be identical with his online version. But like to read on my laptopand, more recently, on I have not investigated the various printed my iPadwhere I can have a large but zero- editions, to which I have no easy accessnor weight library travelling with me anywhere.

I have heaps of site ebooks, including almost If you think there are errors in this text I will of everything by Ayn Randbut site ebooks course like to hear from you, and I will update are all ugly, utilitarian beasts qua book design the file accordingly. So therefore I decided to typeset Anthem, written in the summer of , was Anthem for my own selfish reading pleasure like the preliminary sketches which artists draw andgiven the peculiar legal status of the text for their future big canvases.

Etext Later on, I discovered Richard How exactly does Anthem differ in form Lawrences examinations of various Anthem from her other fiction? In contrast to her texts, as described here: noblesoul. I eventually realism, she described Anthem as a dramatic adopted all of Lawrences textual comments, fantasyand, even more intriguingly, she which seem sound to me, so my text should once classified it as a poem.

So, in designing my I hope that many others will also find book, I decided to take this poetic ball and run this special edition of Anthem to make for with it: I used a number of design devices to a wonderful read. February 2, To make for a cleaner and more poetry- ego1 klausnordby. Harry Binswanger has convention for dialogue. I replaced it with the launched the excellent idea of Randsday: French style of opening dialogue, which uses the day when you selfishly give yourself a special a simple, elegant m-dash:.

If I were granted present. Please see www. I warmly thank Stephanie Bond thank me for it. This typographical change has for her fabulously diligent proofing.

Please do not put it on Canadian computers. By the year rule of copyright protection Caxton Printers, who used to own the from the authors death, Ayn Rands novella United States copyrights to Anthem by Anthemfirst published in England in Ayn Rand, as per an agreement with and in the USA in would still be Pamphleteers, was very kind and very open copyrighted until However, due to about explaining the copyright of Anthem, some filing error, the copyright was not and how it came to be not renewed in the renewed for the United States in the mid- U.

Anthem in Canada. Neither we nor they are The digital text can now be legally downloaded in a current position to research the possible from many US-based web servers. The most copyrights for other countries, so that is prominent Anthem version is located at the possibly still up in the air. It behooves me, since excellent www. Penguin softcover. That way, you will pay the In the s I also owned the Norwegian royalties to the Ayn Rand Estate which you publishing rights to Atlas Shrugged for might be required to payif Anthem is still seven years, but I was never able to publish it.

The formal rights for all these publishing For the record: my www. Along with some associates, to design and publish this special edition of I financed and published a Norwegian Anthem. It is a sin to think words no others think and to put them down upon a paper no others are to see.

It is base and evil. It is as if we were speaking alone to no ears but our own. And we know well that there is no transgression blacker than to do or think alone. We have broken the laws. The laws say that men may not write unless the Council of Vocations bid them so. May we be forgiven! We have committed a greater crime, and for this crime there is no name. What punishment awaits us if it be discovered we know not, for no such crime has come in the memory of men and there are no laws to provide for it.

It is dark here. The flame of the candle stands still in the air. Nothing moves in this tunnel save our hand on the paper. We are alone here under the earth.

It is a fearful word, alone. The laws say that none among men may be alone, ever and at any time, for this is the great transgression and the root of all evil.

But we have broken many laws. And now there is nothing here save our one body, and it is strange to see only two legs stretched on the ground, and on the wall before us the shadow of our one head.

We stole the candle from the larder of the Home of the Street Sweepers. We shall be sentenced to ten years in the Palace of Corrective Detention if it be discovered. But this matters not.


It matters only that the light is precious and we should not waste it to write when we need it for that work which is our crime. Nothing matters save the work, our secret, our evil, our precious work. Still, we must also write, formay the Council have mercy upon us!

Our name is Equality , as it is written on the iron bracelet which all men wear on their left wrists with their names upon it. We are twenty- one years old. Ever have the Teachers and the Leaders pointed to us and frowned and said: There is evil in your bones, Equality , for your body has grown beyond the bodies of your brothers.

But we cannot change our bones nor our body. We were born with a curse. It has always driven us to thoughts which are forbidden. It has always given us wishes which men may not wish.

We know that we are evil, but there is no will in us and no power to resist it. This is our wonder and our secret fear, that we know and do not resist.

Over the portals of the Palace of the World Council, there are words cut in the marble, which we repeat to ourselves whenever we are tempted: We are one in all and all in one. There are no men but only the great WE, One, indivisible and forever. We repeat this to ourselves, but it helps us not. These words were cut long ago. There is green mould in the grooves of the letters and yellow streaks on the marble, which come from more years than men could count.

Thus has it been ever since the Great Rebirth, and farther back than that no memory can reach. Bu t we must never speak of the times before the Great Rebirth, else we are sentenced to three years in the Palace of Corrective Detention. It is only the Old Ones who whisper about it in the evenings, in the Home of the Useless. They whisper many strange things, of the towers which rose to the sky, in those Unmentionable Times, and of the wagons which moved without horses, and of the lights which burned without flame.

But those times were evil. And those times passed away, when men saw the Great Truth which is this: that all men are one and that there is no will save the will of all men together. It is only we, Equality , we alone who were born with a curse. For we are not like our brothers. And as we look back upon our life, we see that it has ever been thus and that it has brought us step by step to our last, supreme transgression, our crime of crimes hidden here under the ground.

We remember the Home of the Infants where we lived till we were five years old, together with all the children of the City who had been born in the same year. The sleeping halls there were white and clean and bare of all things save one hundred beds. We were just like all our brothers then, save for the one transgression: we fought with our brothers. The Council of the Home told us so, and of all the children of that year, we were locked in the cellar most often.

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When we were five years old, we were sent to the Home of the Students, where there are ten wards, for our ten years of learning. Men must learn till they reach their fifteenth year. Then they go to work. In the Home of the Students we arose when the big bell rang in the tower and we went to our beds when it rang again.

Before we removed our garments, we stood in the great sleeping hall, and we raised our right arms, and we said all together with the three Teachers at the head: We are nothing.

Mankind is all. By the grace of our brothers are we allowed our lives. Then we slept. The sleeping halls were white and clean and bare of all things save one hundred beds. We, Equality , were not happy in those years in the Home of the Students.

It was not that the learning was too hard for us. It was that the learning was too easy. This is a great sin, to be born with a head which is too quick. It is not good to be different from our brothers, but it is evil to be superior to them. The Teachers told us so, and they frowned when they looked upon us. We tried to forget our lessons, but we always remembered. We tried not to understand what the teachers taught, but we always understood it before the Teachers had spoken.

We looked upon Union , who were a pale boy with only half a brain, and we tried to say and do as they did, that we might be like them, like Union , but somehow the Teachers knew that we were not. And we were lashed more often than all the other children. The Teachers were just, for they had been appointed by the Councils, and the Councils are the voice of all justice, for they are the voice of all men. And if sometimes, in the secret darkness of our heart, we regret that which befell us on our fifteenth birthday, we know that it was through our own guilt.

The Teachers had said to us all: Dare not choose in your minds the work you would like to do when you leave the Home of the Students. You shall do that which the Council of Vocation shall prescribe for you.

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For the Council of Vocations knows in its great wisdom where you are needed by your brother men, better than you can know it in your unworthy little minds. And if you are not needed by your brother men, there is no reason for you to burden the earth with your bodies. We were guilty and we confess it here: we were guilty of the great Transgression of Preference.

We preferred some work and some lessons to the others. We did not listen well to the history of all the Councils elected since the Great Rebirth. But we loved the Science of Things. We wished to know. We wished to know about all the things which make the earth around us. We asked so many questions that the Teachers forbade it.

We think that there are mysteries in the sky and under the water and in the plants which grow. But the Council of Scholars has said that there are no mysteries, and the Council of Scholars knows all things. And we learned much from our Teachers. We learned that the earth is flat and that the sun revolves around it, which causes the day and night. We learned how to bleed men to cure them of all ailments. We loved the Science of Things. And in the darkness, in the secret hour, when we awoke in the night and there were no brothers around us, but only their shapes in the beds and their snores, we closed our eyes, and we held our lips shut, and we stopped our breath, that no shudder might let our brothers see or hear or guess, and we thought that we wished to be sent to the Home of the Scholars when our time would come.

To find these things, the Scholars must study the earth and learn from the rivers, from the sands, from the winds and the rocks. And if we went to the Home of the Scholars, we could learn from these also.

We could ask questions of these, for they do not forbid questions. And questions give us no rest. Who is the narrator? What is the point of view? What is the motto engraved over the portals on the Palace of the World Council?

What is the prayer they recite every night? What do these tell you about this futuristic world?

What is the Home of Infants? What transgression does he commit here? What is the Home of Students? What is the Council of Vocations? What is the Transgression of Preference? What do all these Homes have in common? What purpose does this serve? The further he journeys away from the collective, the happier he becomes. His inner and outer journey culminates in finding a house full of knowledge.

Here he discovers the word "I" and fully claims his individual identity.

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In addition, he gives himself an actual name instead of a number. He then declares his intention to overthrow the evil collective and create a new world of individuals. Free Will Equality 's collectivist society does not allow for individual free will.

This is made most obvious by their deletion of the word "I" from the vernacular. Rand asserts that every person is born with "the spirit of truth" within them—the "truth" being that they are individuals first and foremost—and Equality 's internal journey is to reclaim his sense of self. Despite living in a society where every choice is made for him, Equality begins to exercise his free will by making his own choices in secret.

And though he has been programmed to believe free will is "evil," as early as Chapter 1 , Equality realizes the forbidden choices he makes are the only ones giving him any peace or happiness. When Equality is caught breaking society's rules, he refuses to bend to society's will.

Liberty is attracted to this quality in him and calls him "the Unconquered. To take advantage of the opportunity to present his breakthrough to the World Council of Scholars, he uses his free will to walk out of his prison. The prison has no guards because the society had never accounted for someone like Equality , someone with a strong enough sense of free will to flout its rules.

His free will is also what prompts him to escape from this evil collective and strike out on his own.We found no other beds in the house.


The most copyrights for other countries, so that is prominent Anthem version is located at the possibly still up in the air. And when we look thus without words, we both know other things also, strange things for which there are no words, and these things frighten us.

The candle is considered a "great boon to mankind, as approved by all men.

And they departed. We saw nothing as we entered.

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