When Fiction Mirrors Reality

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Her line of attack, which he had found so baffling, had been constant and clear--it was his self-esteem she had sought to destroy, knowing that a man who surrenders his value is at the mercy of anyone's will; it was his moral purity she had struggled to breach, it was his confident rectitude she had wanted to shatter by means of the poison of guilt--as if, were he to collapse, his depravity would give her a right to hers.

Atlas Shrugged, by Ayn Rand