"... Nothing had happened to him – a happening is a positive reality, and no reality could ever make him helpless; this was some enormous negative – as if everything had been wiped out, leaving a senseless emptiness, faintly indecent because it seemed so ordinary, so unexciting, like murder wearing a homey smile.
Nothing was gone – except desire; no, more than that – the root, the desire to desire. He thought that a man who loses his eyes still retains the concept of sight; but he had heard of a ghastlier blindness – if the brain centers controlling vision are destroyed, one loses even the memory of visual perception."
Rand, A. The Fountainhead. (1968)
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