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More oxford books @ www.OxfordeBook.comFore more urdu books visit www.4Urdu.com126FROM NOVELIST TO PHILOSOPHER, 1944–1957engineer even let her drive the train for a brief moment, to the surpriseof observers along the track. When she disembarked, Frank continuedto marvel, telling her, “You do such exciting things!” 66 In Chicago shehad another series of appointments with executives at Kaiser Steel andtoured one of the company’s giant mills.Rand’s visit to New York also reinvigorated her connection to Paterson,which had seen its share of ups and downs. At first their rich friendshipappeared to easily weather Rand’s move to California. In New York theirrelationship was defined by long abstract conversations, often stretchinginto the early morning. When Rand relocated, they easily translated theseconversations onto paper, sending each other lengthy letters and carryingon extended debates about intellectual matters. Paterson updatedRand on the comings and goings of New York libertarians, telling of hermeetings with Herbert Hoover and DuPont executive Jasper Crane. Theletters were also warm, with Paterson consoling Rand over publishingtroubles, advising her on how to relate to the wives of her male friends,and praising her fashion choices. Paterson adopted a motherly roletoward Rand. She was particularly concerned about Rand’s continueduse of Benzedrine to fuel her late-night conversations and lengthy writingdays. “Stop taking that Benzedrine, you idiot,” she told her. “I don’tcare what excuse you have—stop it.” 67 Still enjoying the new creativecapacity the stimulants engendered, Rand brushed off Paterson’s hintsthat Benzedrine could become a dangerous habit.Before long a chill crept into their letters. Busy with her writing,Rand was unable to maintain the relationship at a level that satisfiedPaterson’s emotional needs. After a three-month gap in correspondencePaterson felt neglected, telling Rand, “I assume that one speaks to afriend, or writes a letter, spontaneously. It is not a task.” 68 Rand’s silencehit a particularly sensitive spot for Paterson, who had noticed, “afterauthors have become successful I hear no more of them. They havemany important affairs to attend to.” 69 Paterson feared that Rand, like somany other aspiring writers, had simply cultivated her for professionaladvancement. Rand’s affection for Paterson was genuine, but she hadtrouble soothing her friend’s insecurities. It was another seven months,mid-1945, before Rand could reply, confessing, “I have been afraid towrite you.” 70 She explained in detail her anxiety about writing lettersto friends, born of her correspondence with Russian family members,