The Fountainhead and Brave New World are great pieces of philosophical fiction. Two books: one on the egoless narcissist and his slow crucifixion. The second on an egoless society of mutated man; in which he has thoroughly lost sight of his humanity in a stable easily understood manner to ensure the future as a safe prospect. These two books will enlighten the reader more than any other book on that impossible list. There continues, in the natural order of things, to be more depth within the greatest story teller’s tale than oratory by those who only know the craft of speech writing or the tone of a pastors sermon.