Wow, it’s a beautiful day. I think I’m going to find a nice quiet spot under a tree and read. Not Atlas Shrugged. I’ve decided that I’m sick of how Ayn Rand champions selfishness, and the only real reason I kept reading it was that I was interested in the subplot of Richard Halley, the composer. If I want to read about composers, all I have to do is do my music history homework. So my new book will be Brave New World by Aldous Huxley. It is supposed to be one of the greatest science fiction books ever written, and it has the added bonus that I already own it.