‘I Was Ayn Rand’s Lover’ (The New Yorker Finds Its Inner Onion)

“I was a fresh-faced seventeen-year-old, she was a prominent international author – and we were lovers. By ‘lovers’ I mean: we were constantly raping each other. Well, first there’d be a long speech. Usually by her. Then we’d gaze deeply at one another, and our souls would begin speaking the only language a man and a woman ever need: the language of mutual self-benefit.”