See, I'm a literature snob.
Ditto...but give me a break, miss. I waded through 500 pages of class politics and French/Russian dialogue before I finally just quit...Dickens did it too, but he was more understandable. It's not that I don't get it...it's that I fall asleep halfway through.
Booooooh-ring! If you want to cover these sorts of things in novel format, you need to add the spice. Otherwise, you may as well be writing philosophical dissertations.
Heinlein was a good spice-adder.
He was her Deus Ex Machina, that's why he was artificial in nature. Basically, like Sauron was for Tolkien, Galt is the plot driven device and less a character.
Who wants characters who act as machines? Vonnegut refers extensively to the Author-God, and it is sure sign of an incompetent God to make his presence so visible, with the audience fully capable of seeing the strings that are attached to the marionette. Rand's characters are little more than puppets, to suit her political diatribes. That's why I can't read her too much for fun. She's good for pondering, but others do it better. Aristotle and Socrates and Plato, even being translated from ancient texts, are more fluid than what is trying to be conveyed in Rand, because they have the benefit of being direct in their speech.