By-Two Kaapi in an oilfield

I remember the days in Bangalore during my stay there during late summer, when I read Ayn Rand's Fountainhead. I blogged about it and I even remember picking the best lines I loved in the book. Last night, I was chatting with one of my friends in the numbing cold here - when it somehow struck me that somewhere in the sands of time, I have lost myself.

I remember claiming that mediocrity is the one thing I just can't stand. I remember Ellsworth Toohey in the 'Fountainhead' saying

No man likes to be beaten. But to be beaten by the man who has always stood as the particular example of mediocrity in his eyes, to start by the side of this mediocrity and to watch it shoot up, while he struggles and gets nothing but a boot in his face, to see the mediocrity snatch from him, one after another, the chances he'd give his life for, to see the mediocrity worshipped....well, my little amateur, do you think the Spanish Inquisition ever thought of a torture to equal this?