The Fountainhead P. 466-502

Ellsworth, Gus Web and others who think like them were at the meeting of many the American Writers guild. There they listen to the play of Ike, a writer of no talent who wrote a play with plots and goals that are horrendous and gruesome to the individual as they preach about equality in such a sense that it becomes disgusting. The writer critic Fougler tells him that he will produce the play, “because it is – as you put it – crap” (Rand, 469). They find joy not in promoting those of greatness, but promoting those who show no talent, so that they feel fulfillment in their own ego, as well as keep down others of actual great talent. By doing this they keep down those of greatness who would be truly happy doing what they love no matter what. Ellsworth and his friends all seem to not have joy other than suppressing those who are happy or elevating those that are miserable, just as they did as to Peter Keating as he dropped in on them.
The Wedding of Dominique and Wayward commences during this part of the play. Gail wanted it to be as brief as possible, with the single court judge and have the news dribble out. Dominique, in her attempt to torture him and herself by making it a public wedding and seeing if they can endure it. Going against his paper and everything it represents, Gail, banned the Banner from writing more than two lines on the last page of the newspaper.
Gail and Dominique continue to bond and openly express their way that they really feel. Gail mentions people like Dwight Carson as “the man I bought” (Rand, 496), because of his integrity for preaching the individual. After throwing enough money at him, Wayward made him write about the glory of society as a whole; not because he held personal convictions on that, but simply because it proved that he had the power to break the will of someone who had once shown integrity. He also mentioned his love for Dominique, which sounded as more of a selfish obsession where, “I love you so much that nothing can matter to me – not even you…Only my love – not your answer” (Rand, 502). This degree of affection, or rather obsession, and disregard for anyone’s opinion of it, even the target, shows a great degree of individualistic belief and personal fulfillment without care of the rest of the world that the author is trying to contrast with the preaching of loving every man as a brother that Ellsworth has so often preached and people like Peter Keating gobble up.