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- ANTHEM
- by Ayn Rand
- Chapter 1
- It is a sin to write this. It is a sin to think words no others think
- and to put them down upon a paper no others are to see. It is base and
- evil. It is as if we were speaking alone to no ears but our own. And
- we know well that there is no transgression blacker than to do or think
- alone. We have broken the laws. The laws say that men may not write
- unless the Council of Vocations bid them so. May we be forgiven!
- But this is not the only sin upon us. We have committed a greater crime,
- and for this crime there is no name. What punishment awaits us if it be
- discovered we know not, for no such crime has come in the memory of men
- and there are no laws to provide for it.
- It is dark here. The flame of the candle stands still in the air.
- Nothing moves in this tunnel save our hand on the paper. We are alone
- here under the earth. It is a fearful word, alone. The laws say that
- none among men may be alone, ever and at any time, for this is the great
- transgression and the root of all evil. But we have broken many laws.
- And now there is nothing here save our one body, and it is strange to
- see only two legs stretched on the ground, and on the wall before us the
- shadow of our one head.
- The walls are cracked and water runs upon them in thin threads without
- sound, black and glistening as blood. We stole the candle from the
- larder of the Home of the Street Sweepers. We shall be sentenced to ten
- years in the Palace of Corrective Detention if it be discovered. But
- this matters not. It matters only that the light is precious and we
- should not waste it to write when we need it for that work which is our
- crime. Nothing matters save the work, our secret, our evil, our precious
- work. Still, we must also write, for--may the Council have mercy upon
- us!--we wish to speak for once to no ears but our own.
- Our name is Equality 7-2521, as it is written on the iron bracelet
- which all men wear on their left wrists with their names upon it. We are
- twenty-one years old. We are six feet tall, and this is a burden, for
- there are not many men who are six feet tall. Ever have the Teachers and
- the Leaders pointed to us and frowned and said:
- "There is evil in your bones, Equality 7-2521, for your body has grown
- beyond the bodies of your brothers." But we cannot change our bones nor
- our body.
- We were born with a curse. It has always driven us to thoughts which are
- forbidden. It has always given us wishes which men may not wish. We know
- that we are evil, but there is no will in us and no power to resist it.
- This is our wonder and our secret fear, that we know and do not resist.
- We strive to be like all our brother men, for all men must be alike.
- Over the portals of the Palace of the World Council, there are words cut
- in the marble, which we repeat to ourselves whenever we are tempted:
- "WE ARE ONE IN ALL AND ALL IN ONE.
- THERE ARE NO MEN BUT ONLY THE GREAT _WE_,
- ONE, INDIVISIBLE AND FOREVER."
- We repeat this to ourselves, but it helps us not.
- These words were cut long ago. There is green mould in the grooves of
- the letters and yellow streaks on the marble, which come from more
- years than men could count. And these words are the truth, for they are
- written on the Palace of the World Council, and the World Council is the
- body of all truth. Thus has it been ever since the Great Rebirth, and
- farther back than that no memory can reach.
- But we must never speak of the times before the Great Rebirth, else we
- are sentenced to three years in the Palace of Corrective Detention. It
- is only the Old Ones who whisper about it in the evenings, in the Home
- of the Useless. They whisper many strange things, of the towers which
- rose to the sky, in those Unmentionable Times, and of the wagons which
- moved without horses, and of the lights which burned without flame. But
- those times were evil. And those times passed away, when men saw the
- Great Truth which is this: that all men are one and that there is no
- will save the will of all men together.
- All men are good and wise. It is only we, Equality 7-2521, we alone who
- were born with a curse. For we are not like our brothers. And as we look
- back upon our life, we see that it has ever been thus and that it has
- brought us step by step to our last, supreme transgression, our crime of
- crimes hidden here under the ground.
- We remember the Home of the Infants where we lived till we were five
- years old, together with all the children of the City who had been born
- in the same year. The sleeping halls there were white and clean and bare
- of all things save one hundred beds. We were just like all our brothers
- then, save for the one transgression: we fought with our brothers. There
- are few offenses blacker than to fight with our brothers, at any age and
- for any cause whatsoever. The Council of the Home told us so, and of all
- the children of that year, we were locked in the cellar most often.
- When we were five years old, we were sent to the Home of the Students,
- where there are ten wards, for our ten years of learning. Men must learn
- till they reach their fifteenth year. Then they go to work. In the Home
- of the Students we arose when the big bell rang in the tower and we went
- to our beds when it rang again. Before we removed our garments, we stood
- in the great sleeping hall, and we raised our right arms, and we said
- all together with the three Teachers at the head:
- "We are nothing. Mankind is all. By the grace of our brothers are we
- allowed our lives. We exist through, by and for our brothers who are the
- State. Amen."
- Then we slept. The sleeping halls were white and clean and bare of all
- things save one hundred beds.
- We, Equality 7-2521, were not happy in those years in the Home of the
- Students. It was not that the learning was too hard for us. It was that
- the learning was too easy. This is a great sin, to be born with a head
- which is too quick. It is not good to be different from our brothers,
- but it is evil to be superior to them. The Teachers told us so, and they
- frowned when they looked upon us.
- So we fought against this curse. We tried to forget our lessons, but we
- always remembered. We tried not to understand what the Teachers taught,
- but we always understood it before the Teachers had spoken. We looked
- upon Union 5-3992, who were a pale boy with only half a brain, and we
- tried to say and do as they did, that we might be like them, like Union
- 5-3992, but somehow the Teachers knew that we were not. And we were
- lashed more often than all the other children.
- The Teachers were just, for they had been appointed by the Councils, and
- the Councils are the voice of all justice, for they are the voice of all
- men. And if sometimes, in the secret darkness of our heart, we regret
- that which befell us on our fifteenth birthday, we know that it was
- through our own guilt. We had broken a law, for we had not paid heed to
- the words of our Teachers. The Teachers had said to us all:
- "Dare not choose in your minds the work you would like to do when you
- leave the Home of the Students. You shall do that which the Council of
- Vocations shall prescribe for you. For the Council of Vocations knows in
- its great wisdom where you are needed by your brother men, better than
- you can know it in your unworthy little minds. And if you are not needed
- by your brother man, there is no reason for you to burden the earth with
- your bodies."
- We knew this well, in the years of our childhood, but our curse broke
- our will. We were guilty and we confess it here: we were guilty of
- the great Transgression of Preference. We preferred some work and some
- lessons to the others. We did not listen well to the history of all the
- Councils elected since the Great Rebirth. But we loved the Science of
- Things. We wished to know. We wished to know about all the things which
- make the earth around us. We asked so many questions that the Teachers
- forbade it.
- We think that there are mysteries in the sky and under the water and in
- the plants which grow. But the Council of Scholars has said that there
- are no mysteries, and the Council of Scholars knows all things. And we
- learned much from our Teachers. We learned that the earth is flat and
- that the sun revolves around it, which causes the day and the night. We
- learned the names of all the winds which blow over the seas and push the
- sails of our great ships. We learned how to bleed men to cure them of
- all ailments.
- We loved the Science of Things. And in the darkness, in the secret hour,
- when we awoke in the night and there were no brothers around us, but
- only their shapes in the beds and their snores, we closed our eyes, and
- we held our lips shut, and we stopped our breath, that no shudder might
- let our brothers see or hear or guess, and we thought that we wished to
- be sent to the Home of the Scholars when our time would come.
- All the great modern inventions come from the Home of the Scholars, such
- as the newest one, which was found only a hundred years ago, of how to
- make candles from wax and string; also, how to make glass, which is put
- in our windows to protect us from the rain. To find these things, the
- Scholars must study the earth and learn from the rivers, from the
- sands, from the winds and the rocks. And if we went to the Home of the
- Scholars, we could learn from these also. We could ask questions of
- these, for they do not forbid questions.
- And questions give us no rest. We know not why our curse makes us seek
- we know not what, ever and ever. But we cannot resist it. It whispers
- to us that there are great things on this earth of ours, and that we
- can know them if we try, and that we must know them. We ask, why must we
- know, but it has no answer to give us. We must know that we may know.
- So we wished to be sent to the Home of the Scholars. We wished it so
- much that our hands trembled under the blankets in the night, and we bit
- our arm to stop that other pain which we could not endure. It was evil
- and we dared not face our brothers in the morning. For men may wish
- nothing for themselves. And we were punished when the Council of
- Vocations came to give us our life Mandates which tell those who reach
- their fifteenth year what their work is to be for the rest of their
- days.
- The Council of Vocations came on the first day of spring, and they sat
- in the great hall. And we who were fifteen and all the Teachers came
- into the great hall. And the Council of Vocations sat on a high dais,
- and they had but two words to speak to each of the Students. They called
- the Students' names, and when the Students stepped before them, one
- after another, the Council said: "Carpenter" or "Doctor" or "Cook" or
- "Leader." Then each Student raised their right arm and said: "The will
- of our brothers be done."
- Now if the Council has said "Carpenter" or "Cook," the Students so
- assigned go to work and they do not study any further. But if the
- Council has said "Leader," then those Students go into the Home of
- the Leaders, which is the greatest house in the City, for it has three
- stories. And there they study for many years, so that they may become
- candidates and be elected to the City Council and the State Council and
- the World Council--by a free and general vote of all men. But we wished
- not to be a Leader, even though it is a great honor. We wished to be a
- Scholar.
- So we awaited our turn in the great hall and then we heard the Council
- of Vocations call our name: "Equality 7-2521." We walked to the dais,
- and our legs did not tremble, and we looked up at the Council. There
- were five members of the Council, three of the male gender and two of
- the female. Their hair was white and their faces were cracked as the
- clay of a dry river bed. They were old. They seemed older than the
- marble of the Temple of the World Council. They sat before us and they
- did not move. And we saw no breath to stir the folds of their white
- togas. But we knew that they were alive, for a finger of the hand of the
- oldest rose, pointed to us, and fell down again. This was the only
- thing which moved, for the lips of the oldest did not move as they said:
- "Street Sweeper."
- We felt the cords of our neck grow tight as our head rose higher to look
- upon the faces of the Council, and we were happy. We knew we had been
- guilty, but now we had a way to atone for it. We would accept our Life
- Mandate, and we would work for our brothers, gladly and willingly, and
- we would erase our sin against them, which they did not know, but we
- knew. So we were happy, and proud of ourselves and of our victory over
- ourselves. We raised our right arm and we spoke, and our voice was the
- clearest, the steadiest voice in the hall that day, and we said:
- "The will of our brothers be done."
- And we looked straight into the eyes of the Council, but their eyes were
- as cold blue glass buttons.
- So we went into the Home of the Street Sweepers. It is a grey house on a
- narrow street. There is a sundial in its courtyard, by which the Council
- of the Home can tell the hours of the day and when to ring the bell.
- When the bell rings, we all arise from our beds. The sky is green and
- cold in our windows to the east. The shadow on the sundial marks off a
- half-hour while we dress and eat our breakfast in the dining hall, where
- there are five long tables with twenty clay plates and twenty clay cups
- on each table. Then we go to work in the streets of the City, with our
- brooms and our rakes. In five hours, when the sun is high, we return to
- the Home and we eat our midday meal, for which one-half hour is allowed.
- Then we go to work again. In five hours, the shadows are blue on the
- pavements, and the sky is blue with a deep brightness which is not
- bright. We come back to have our dinner, which lasts one hour. Then the
- bell rings and we walk in a straight column to one of the City Halls,
- for the Social Meeting. Other columns of men arrive from the Homes
- of the different Trades. The candles are lit, and the Councils of the
- different Homes stand in a pulpit, and they speak to us of our duties
- and of our brother men. Then visiting Leaders mount the pulpit and they
- read to us the speeches which were made in the City Council that day,
- for the City Council represents all men and all men must know. Then we
- sing hymns, the Hymn of Brotherhood, and the Hymn of Equality, and the
- Hymn of the Collective Spirit. The sky is a soggy purple when we return
- to the Home. Then the bell rings and we walk in a straight column to the
- City Theatre for three hours of Social Recreation. There a play is shown
- upon the stage, with two great choruses from the Home of the Actors,
- which speak and answer all together, in two great voices. The plays
- are about toil and how good it is. Then we walk back to the Home in a
- straight column. The sky is like a black sieve pierced by silver drops
- that tremble, ready to burst through. The moths beat against the street
- lanterns. We go to our beds and we sleep, till the bell rings again.
- The sleeping halls are white and clean and bare of all things save one
- hundred beds.
- Thus have we lived each day of four years, until two springs ago when
- our crime happened. Thus must all men live until they are forty. At
- forty, they are worn out. At forty, they are sent to the Home of the
- Useless, where the Old Ones live. The Old Ones do not work, for the
- State takes care of them. They sit in the sun in summer and they sit by
- the fire in winter. They do not speak often, for they are weary. The
- Old Ones know that they are soon to die. When a miracle happens and some
- live to be forty-five, they are the Ancient Ones, and the children stare
- at them when passing by the Home of the Useless. Such is to be our life,
- as that of all our brothers and of the brothers who came before us.
- Such would have been our life, had we not committed our crime which
- changed all things for us. And it was our curse which drove us to our
- crime. We had been a good Street Sweeper and like all our brother Street
- Sweepers, save for our cursed wish to know. We looked too long at the
- stars at night, and at the trees and the earth. And when we cleaned
- the yard of the Home of the Scholars, we gathered the glass vials, the
- pieces of metal, the dried bones which they had discarded. We wished to
- keep these things and to study them, but we had no place to hide them.
- So we carried them to the City Cesspool. And then we made the discovery.
- It was on a day of the spring before last. We Street Sweepers work
- in brigades of three, and we were with Union 5-3992, they of the
- half-brain, and with International 4-8818. Now Union 5-3992 are a sickly
- lad and sometimes they are stricken with convulsions, when their
- mouth froths and their eyes turn white. But International 4-8818
- are different. They are a tall, strong youth and their eyes are like
- fireflies, for there is laughter in their eyes. We cannot look upon
- International 4-8818 and not smile in answer. For this they were not
- liked in the Home of the Students, as it is not proper to smile without
- reason. And also they were not liked because they took pieces of coal
- and they drew pictures upon the walls, and they were pictures which made
- men laugh. But it is only our brothers in the Home of the Artists who
- are permitted to draw pictures, so International 4-8818 were sent to the
- Home of the Street Sweepers, like ourselves.
- International 4-8818 and we are friends. This is an evil thing to say,
- for it is a transgression, the great Transgression of Preference, to
- love any among men better than the others, since we must love all men
- and all men are our friends. So International 4-8818 and we have never
- spoken of it. But we know. We know, when we look into each other's eyes.
- And when we look thus without words, we both know other things also,
- strange things for which there are no words, and these things frighten
- us.
- So on that day of the spring before last, Union 5-3992 were stricken
- with convulsions on the edge of the City, near the City Theatre. We
- left them to lie in the shade of the Theatre tent and we went with
- International 4-8818 to finish our work. We came together to the great
- ravine behind the Theatre. It is empty save for trees and weeds.
- Beyond the ravine there is a plain, and beyond the plain there lies the
- Uncharted Forest, about which men must not think.
- We were gathering the papers and the rags which the wind had blown from
- the Theatre, when we saw an iron bar among the weeds. It was old and
- rusted by many rains. We pulled with all our strength, but we could not
- move it. So we called International 4-8818, and together we scraped the
- earth around the bar. Of a sudden the earth fell in before us, and we
- saw an old iron grill over a black hole.
- International 4-8818 stepped back. But we pulled at the grill and it
- gave way. And then we saw iron rings as steps leading down a shaft into
- a darkness without bottom.
- "We shall go down," we said to International 4-8818.
- "It is forbidden," they answered.
- We said: "The Council does not know of this hole, so it cannot be
- forbidden."
- And they answered: "Since the Council does not know of this hole,
- there can be no law permitting to enter it. And everything which is not
- permitted by law is forbidden."
- But we said: "We shall go, none the less."
- They were frightened, but they stood by and watched us go.
- We hung on the iron rings with our hands and our feet. We could see
- nothing below us. And above us the hole open upon the sky grew smaller
- and smaller, till it came to be the size of a button. But still we went
- down. Then our foot touched the ground. We rubbed our eyes, for we could
- not see. Then our eyes became used to the darkness, but we could not
- believe what we saw.
- No men known to us could have built this place, nor the men known to
- our brothers who lived before us, and yet it was built by men. It was a
- great tunnel. Its walls were hard and smooth to the touch; it felt like
- stone, but it was not stone. On the ground there were long thin tracks
- of iron, but it was not iron; it felt smooth and cold as glass. We
- knelt, and we crawled forward, our hand groping along the iron line to
- see where it would lead. But there was an unbroken night ahead. Only the
- iron tracks glowed through it, straight and white, calling us to follow.
- But we could not follow, for we were losing the puddle of light behind
- us. So we turned and we crawled back, our hand on the iron line. And our
- heart beat in our fingertips, without reason. And then we knew.
- We knew suddenly that this place was left from the Unmentionable Times.
- So it was true, and those Times had been, and all the wonders of those
- Times. Hundreds upon hundreds of years ago men knew secrets which we
- have lost. And we thought: "This is a foul place. They are damned
- who touch the things of the Unmentionable Times." But our hand which
- followed the track, as we crawled, clung to the iron as if it would not
- leave it, as if the skin of our hand were thirsty and begging of the
- metal some secret fluid beating in its coldness.
- We returned to the earth. International 4-8818 looked upon us and
- stepped back.
- "Equality 7-2521," they said, "your face is white."
- But we could not speak and we stood looking upon them.
- They backed away, as if they dared not touch us. Then they smiled, but
- it was not a gay smile; it was lost and pleading. But still we could not
- speak. Then they said:
- "We shall report our find to the City Council and both of us will be
- rewarded."
- And then we spoke. Our voice was hard and there was no mercy in our
- voice. We said:
- "We shall not report our find to the City Council. We shall not report
- it to any men."
- They raised their hands to their ears, for never had they heard such
- words as these.
- "International 4-8818," we asked, "will you report us to the Council and
- see us lashed to death before your eyes?"
- They stood straight all of a sudden and they answered: "Rather would we
- die."
- "Then," we said, "keep silent. This place is ours. This place belongs
- to us, Equality 7-2521, and to no other men on earth. And if ever we
- surrender it, we shall surrender our life with it also."
- Then we saw that the eyes of International 4-8818 were full to the
- lids with tears they dared not drop. They whispered, and their voice
- trembled, so that their words lost all shape:
- "The will of the Council is above all things, for it is the will of
- our brothers, which is holy. But if you wish it so, we shall obey you.
- Rather shall we be evil with you than good with all our brothers. May
- the Council have mercy upon both our hearts!"
- Then we walked away together and back to the Home of the Street
- Sweepers. And we walked in silence.
- Thus did it come to pass that each night, when the stars are high and
- the Street Sweepers sit in the City Theatre, we, Equality 7-2521, steal
- out and run through the darkness to our place. It is easy to leave the
- Theatre; when the candles are blown out and the Actors come onto the
- stage, no eyes can see us as we crawl under our seat and under the cloth
- of the tent. Later, it is easy to steal through the shadows and fall in
- line next to International 4-8818, as the column leaves the Theatre. It
- is dark in the streets and there are no men about, for no men may walk
- through the City when they have no mission to walk there. Each night, we
- run to the ravine, and we remove the stones which we have piled upon the
- iron grill to hide it from the men. Each night, for three hours, we are
- under the earth, alone.
- We have stolen candles from the Home of the Street Sweepers, we have
- stolen flints and knives and paper, and we have brought them to this
- place. We have stolen glass vials and powders and acids from the Home of
- the Scholars. Now we sit in the tunnel for three hours each night and
- we study. We melt strange metals, and we mix acids, and we cut open the
- bodies of the animals which we find in the City Cesspool. We have built
- an oven of the bricks we gathered in the streets. We burn the wood we
- find in the ravine. The fire flickers in the oven and blue shadows dance
- upon the walls, and there is no sound of men to disturb us.
- We have stolen manuscripts. This is a great offense. Manuscripts are
- precious, for our brothers in the Home of the Clerks spend one year to
- copy one single script in their clear handwriting. Manuscripts are rare
- and they are kept in the Home of the Scholars. So we sit under the earth
- and we read the stolen scripts. Two years have passed since we found
- this place. And in these two years we have learned more than we had
- learned in the ten years of the Home of the Students.
- We have learned things which are not in the scripts. We have solved
- secrets of which the Scholars have no knowledge. We have come to see how
- great is the unexplored, and many lifetimes will not bring us to the end
- of our quest. But we wish no end to our quest. We wish nothing, save to
- be alone and to learn, and to feel as if with each day our sight were
- growing sharper than the hawk's and clearer than rock crystal.
- Strange are the ways of evil. We are false in the faces of our brothers.
- We are defying the will of our Councils. We alone, of the thousands who
- walk this earth, we alone in this hour are doing a work which has no
- purpose save that we wish to do it. The evil of our crime is not for the
- human mind to probe. The nature of our punishment, if it be discovered,
- is not for the human heart to ponder. Never, not in the memory of the
- Ancient Ones' Ancients, never have men done that which we are doing.
- And yet there is no shame in us and no regret. We say to ourselves that
- we are a wretch and a traitor. But we feel no burden upon our spirit and
- no fear in our heart. And it seems to us that our spirit is clear as
- a lake troubled by no eyes save those of the sun. And in our
- heart--strange are the ways of evil!--in our heart there is the first
- peace we have known in twenty years.
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