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A new arrival making a solid effort to beat the nerves eating away at him. Steven Mallory had not found a comfortable frame of mind in his twenty conscious years of life. For now he was sitting on the beach, hunched over the bony knees that were drawn up to his chest like some wounded vulture. God (if there was one) knew he had tried to shape his mind and train it, but the constant loss of commissions drove him to drink and the darker side of life. It seemed the only thing he was equipped with were his hands: the hands that shaped stone into godlike figurines of man.
But they weren't wanted. Howard Roark had commissioned him, had told him his work was the stuff man should be. Roark...the rogue architect...
That was all far behind him now. Now he was on some forsaken island where even the air breathed felt different as it stirred in his lungs. He was hardly even aware what day it was. He had been so absorbed in work and drowning out the thought of more rejection with booze that 1927 remained a blur. All he knew was there was no peace to be found- not even on this tranquil beach. Everyone seemed so perplexed, but set on not doing anything about it. His lip twitched and he was up like a shot. The harmonious and visionary hands completed the will of a restless mind and seized a group of sand and pebbles in their fist and hurled them with alarming force.
"Goddamn island!" he yelled and continued to kick up sand and grab more handful of earth, thrashing like a wildman. He didn't care who heard...he wanted everyone to hear.
But they weren't wanted. Howard Roark had commissioned him, had told him his work was the stuff man should be. Roark...the rogue architect...
That was all far behind him now. Now he was on some forsaken island where even the air breathed felt different as it stirred in his lungs. He was hardly even aware what day it was. He had been so absorbed in work and drowning out the thought of more rejection with booze that 1927 remained a blur. All he knew was there was no peace to be found- not even on this tranquil beach. Everyone seemed so perplexed, but set on not doing anything about it. His lip twitched and he was up like a shot. The harmonious and visionary hands completed the will of a restless mind and seized a group of sand and pebbles in their fist and hurled them with alarming force.
"Goddamn island!" he yelled and continued to kick up sand and grab more handful of earth, thrashing like a wildman. He didn't care who heard...he wanted everyone to hear.