Anthem

by: Ayn Rand

Chapter IX

1

We leapt forward, we ran to them, and we stood looking upon the Golden One.

2

And that night we knew that to hold the body of women in our arms is neither ugly nor shameful, but the one ecstasy granted to the race of men.

3

If that which we have found is the corruption of solitude, then what can men wish for save corruption?