...and clear-eyed, firm-jawed resolution, I take my fate in my hands and set off to make the best donuts I can make. I do it totally un-self-consciously, for it is the only way I know how to be. In fact, I hold a slight, sneering internal contempt for the substandard donut maker across the street who demands that his donuts be recognized as equal with mine by the faceless bureaucrats of the donut commission. Looters!
Oh, and happy birthday, Ayn Rand.