Post by kellygreen on Nov 24, 2009 23:11:23 GMT -5
Nikolai was an old Trotskyist, beyond the doctrine and looking for the company of angels.
Intellectual monomania, insomnia and memories of perpetual war had had their way with him. Now hiding in a rich man's maze, walking the labyrinth, and resting among the Yew trees were the salient paragraphs of the only manifesto required.
An odd odyssey for a man who now knew collectivism could never afford him such beauty and solitude. A silent defection was all that was required.
Yes that’s the problem with ideals, they find a poor home in the mind of man. Equality seems a high principle but most of us want to be better than equal we want to be better, to do that we need the benchmark of those lower than ourselves.