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More oxford books @ www.OxfordeBook.comFore more urdu books visit www.4Urdu.com110FROM NOVELIST TO PHILOSOPHER, 1944–1957marriage. Although he seemed a passive adjunct to his more vibrantwife, Hill saw Frank as Ayn’s rock, “the anchor to windward.” Frank’scool collection was a vital counterbalance to Rand’s uneven moods andfiery temperament. 24To others Rand seemed to be chafing at the bonds of marriage. JackBungay, an assistant to Hal Wallis, saw a sensuality in Rand that seemedbarely contained. “There was a lot of sex in her face,” he remembered,“beautiful eyes, black hair and very beautiful lips, very prominent lips,a lovely face, not especially big, but a beautiful smile.” Although she wasnever fully comfortable with her looks, Rand had learned how to presentherself to best advantage. The Benzedrine helped her shed excessweight, and she began wearing platform heels that boosted her height.She stepped out in dramatic clothing by Adrian, a designer favored byHollywood stars. Rand enjoyed a close, flirtatious rapport with herboss Wallis, teasing and joking with him as they reviewed her scripts.Bungay, who spent a few months lodging with the O’Connors when hewas between apartments, observed her fondness for a host of youngermen who sought her counsel. Most prominent among these was AlbertMannheimer, an aspiring screenwriter whom Bungay believed to beRand’s heir after Frank. 25Troubled and intense, Mannheimer was a frequent visitor to theO’Connor household. He was reeling from the dramatic suicide of aformer girlfriend, who killed herself in his apartment after a heatedquarrel. Overcome by guilt at her death, Mannheimer clung to Rand’sinsistence that he bore no fault. The two grew noticeably close. Shenicknamed him “Fuzzy” and he brought her extravagant gifts, includingan enormous bottle of Chanel perfume. At times Mannheimer’s feelingsfor her grew intense. “I love you Ayn, in a way I have never beforeloved anyone and never shall again,” he told her in an impromptu letterwritten after one of their visits. He groped for images to describe theirrelationship, comparing her to the open country, the way a scientistfeels “having discovered something new; or a writer loves the feeling ofhaving created a beautiful phrase.” It was impossible to feel depressedaround her, he wrote, calling her “the ultimate in human beings I haveknown.” Although she did not discourage such outpourings, Rand’s lettersto him were full of advice rather than suppressed passion. The twoeventually drifted apart in the early 1950s. 26