Maninhat will here quote from Jennifer Burns’ recent biography of Ayn Rand, *Goddess of the Market*, where this observation was made of Rand as a young girl in Russia, ‘She was uncomfortable with gossip, games, or the intrigues of popularity.’ This seems to mirror Maninhat’s own feelings as he was left cooling in the smelter. The workers, unable to find him a place with the others, simply stood him alone at the end of the assembly line, hoping, perhaps, that he might accidentally fall into the waste run off.
Maninhat reports himself reading Joseph Frank’s Dostoevsky. ‘Of all the great Russian writers of the first part of the nineteenth century – Pushkin, Lermontov, Gogol, Herzen, Turgenev, Tolstoy, Nekrasov – Dostoevsky was the only one who did not come from a family belonging to the landed gentry.’
Considering this, Maninhat can only ask of himself, what of his own origins? He from an iron smelter?