Of the protagonist in her story, a murderer, she wrote, “He doesn’t understand, because thankfully he has no organ for understanding, the necessity, meaning or importance of other people.”
As to the actual Hickman… she spends pages describing his admirable qualities, including his “disdainful countenance,” “his immense, explicit egoism,” and the fact that he is, in her estimation, “a brilliant, unusual, exceptional boy”
Ayn writing about a man who dismembered a 12 year old girl.
Reading her notes about how she thinks people hate the child-dismemberer because he's too much of an individualist has got to be one of the stupidest things I've ever heard in my life.