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Sunday, November 10, 2002
In all I want to reach
The inmost part
In work, in seeking the way,
In disturbance of the heart.
To the essence of the passing days
To their cause
To the bases, to the roots,
To the very core.
--Boris Pasternak
Arif 5:17 PM
In the beginning there was the word. And the word was that of Karl Marx. From each according to his ability to each according to his need. What could be more humane? The workers march towards the Kremlin. Brotherhood. Fraternity. Equality. Zhivago watches from the balcony. An aristocrat with ideals. Full of empathy for the striving masses. But the Tsar sets his minions loose. The march is no more peaceful. The revolution is doomed to violence and thereby to failure.
Arif 4:31 PM
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