Anthem

by: Ayn Rand

Chapters X–XI

1

I understood the blessed thing which I had called my curse.

2

My dearest one, it is not proper for men to be without names.

3

The Saint of the pyre had seen the future when he chose me as his heir, as the heir of all the saints and all the martyrs who came before him and who died for the same cause, for the same word, no matter what name they gave to their cause and their truth.