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In 1937, I Began, Like Lazarus, The Impossible Return.

Trotsky Was Essentially A Western Mind. Lenin Was A Russian, And Unlike Most Other Revolutionary Exiles, Wherever He Went He Was A Russian.

I Know That I Am Leaving The Winning Side For The Losing Side, But It Is Better To Die On The Losing Side Than To Live Under Communism.

On That Road Of The Informer, It Is Always Night. I Cannot Ever Inform Against Anyone Without Feeling Something Die Within Me. I Inform Without Pleasure, Because It Is Necessary.

When You Understand What You See, You Will No Longer Be Children. You Will Know That Life Is Pain, That Each Of Us Hangs Always Upon The Cross Of Himself. And When You Know That This Is True Of Every Man, Woman And Child On Earth, You Will Be Wiser.