“I think,” said Dominique firmly, “that he is the most revolting person I’ve ever met.” “Oh, now, really?” “Do you care for that sort of unbridled arrogance? I don’t know what one could say for him, unless it’s that he’s terribly good-looking, if that matters.” “Good-looking? Are you being funny, Dominique?” Kiki Holcombe saw Dominique being stupidly puzzled for once. And Dominique realized that what she saw in his face, what made it the face of a god to her, was not seen by others; that it could leave them indifferent; that what she had thought to be the most obvious, inconsequential remark was, instead, a confession of something within her, some quality not shared by others.”
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Ayn Rand,
The Fountainhead