What could one essay, written in 1946, have anything to do with the present day? With me? With… you? I don’t—in fact, I couldn’t have—known Mr. Leonard E. Read personally. But that feeling of wonder, that unquenchable longing for something miraculous, the very thing that drives artists and writers on their quest for something beautiful, […]
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