Avery Brundage was described as similar to the architect character, Howard Roark, in the book The Fountainhead. This comparison was made to highlight Brundage's ambition and self-reliance, as well as his potential dislike for those who aren't as driven.
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He's also just like an epic, epic figure. I think we have to start, we have to begin in an epic register. Yes. Honestly, it's best if he introduces himself. Ladies and gentlemen of the press, usually I'm introduced as the last living amateur.
He's also just like an epic, epic figure. I think we have to start, we have to begin in an epic register. Yes. Honestly, it's best if he introduces himself. Ladies and gentlemen of the press, usually I'm introduced as the last living amateur. Something like the tattooed man, you know. That's Avery Brundage, late in life, speaking to some reporters in Japan. A journalist friend of mine in Chicago, one of the most sophisticated and cynical columnists there, visited Olympia not so long ago.
He's also just like an epic, epic figure. I think we have to start, we have to begin in an epic register. Yes. Honestly, it's best if he introduces himself. Ladies and gentlemen of the press, usually I'm introduced as the last living amateur. Something like the tattooed man, you know. That's Avery Brundage, late in life, speaking to some reporters in Japan. A journalist friend of mine in Chicago, one of the most sophisticated and cynical columnists there, visited Olympia not so long ago. And I was amazed to pick up the paper in Chicago, shortly thereafter, and see a headline, Brundage may be right after all.
He's also just like an epic, epic figure. I think we have to start, we have to begin in an epic register. Yes. Honestly, it's best if he introduces himself. Ladies and gentlemen of the press, usually I'm introduced as the last living amateur. Something like the tattooed man, you know. That's Avery Brundage, late in life, speaking to some reporters in Japan. A journalist friend of mine in Chicago, one of the most sophisticated and cynical columnists there, visited Olympia not so long ago. And I was amazed to pick up the paper in Chicago, shortly thereafter, and see a headline, Brundage may be right after all. This man was so impressed by the atmosphere at ancient Olympia that he was almost converted.
I feel like the mid-century was full of men like this. Fiction was full of men like this. The architect in Howard Roark, and Ayn Rand's the fountainhead.