I was a little perturbed when I saw this, because I wanted to write the sequel to Atlas Shrugged myself, where the gleaming commune turns into a bunch of petty backstabbings amidst decay and starvation until Eddie Willers comes back and kicks their asses. To do justice to the naturalism and realistic nature of the characters, it seemed like it should be a Gilbert & Sullivan operetta.

Had to admit, though, the flower did a damn good job of it.