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Fig Leaves Of Democratic Procedure To Hide The Nakedness Of Stalinist Dictatorship.

World Communism Is Like [a] Malignant Parasite Which Feeds On Diseased Tissue

Bearing All This In Mind, We See That There Is No Russian National Understanding Which Would Permit The Early Establishment In Russia Of Anything Resembling The Private Enterprise System As We Know It.

I Lived, Particularly In Childhood But With Lessening Intensity Right On To Middle Age, In A World That Was Peculiarly And Intimately My Own, Scarcely To Be Shared With Others Or Even Made Plausible To Them. I Habitually Read Special Meanings Into Things, Scenes And Places Qualities Of Wonder, Beauty, Promise, Or Horror For Which There Was No External Evidence Visible Or Plausible To Others. My World Was Peopled With Mysteries, Seductive Hints, Vague Menaces, "intimations Of Immortality.

Above All, It Behooves Us To Repress, And If Possible To Extinguish Once And For All, Our Inveterate Tendency To Judge Others By The Extent To Which They Contrive To Be Like Ourselves.