#these descriptions

[rosesnink]

... What's with you and these descriptions pb?

[shes-an-iso]

When she saw the lights of a town, like a handful of gold coins flung upon a prairie, the brightly violent lights fed by an electric current, they seemed as distant as the stars and now as unattainable. The energy that had lighted them was gone, the power that created power stations in empty prairies had vanished, and she knew of no journey to recapture it. Yet these had been her stars—she thought, looking down—these had been her goal, her beacon, the aspiration drawing her upon her upward course. That which others claimed to feel at the sight of the stars—stars safely distant by millions of years and thus imposing no obligation to act, but serving as the tinsel of futility—she had felt it at the sight of electric bulbs lighting the streets of a town. It was this earth below that had been the height she wanted to reach and she wondered how she had come to lose it, who had made of it a convict's ball to drag through the muck, who had turned its promise of greatness into a vision never to be reached.

Atlas Shrugged, p. 635