the fourth letter to Ayn Rand & the reply
July 4th, 1976
Just finished your book, "Atlas Drugged." Absolutely great I must say.
I take issue, however. I have been to that bar in El Paso many times. The pool table you referenced in your various erotic scenes between Dagny Taggart and a Mexican mail-mule does not exist nor is the vertical clearance in the bar sufficient to get a donkey on a pool table if there were a pool table at all.
Your comrade in arms,
3 January 1983
Dear Mister Burroughs:
Ms. Rand is dead and has been for some time as I don’t doubt you are aware. Backdating your letters disguises nothing. I must insist you cease your infuriating, tactless and ridiculous missives. I’ll call the police if you don’t.
I realize you and Ms. Rand had some sort of personal relationship, by mail or otherwise, but I am not your fan. When I would attack you, she would grow wistful and say, “Don’t. It’s all right.” She’s not here to stand up for you anymore.
Representing the estate of Ayn Rand