It is not until page 422 out of 1070 that you associate the title of Ayn Rand’s Atlas Shrugged with the content of the book. If you renounce capitalism or are an avid advocate of it, the story-line is both gripping and intriguing.
‘Mr. Rearden,’ said Francisco, his voice solemnly calm, ‘if you saw Atlas, the giant who holds the world on his shoulders, if you saw that he stood, blood running down his chest, his knees buckling, his arms trembling but still trying to hold the world aloft with the last of his strength, and the greater his effort the heavier the world bore down on his shoulders- what you tell him to do?’
‘I…don’t know. What…could he do? What would you tell him?’