How Is It Possible To Feel Nostalgia

And Yet Every So Often, The Heart Of America, Shuddering With Indignation, Sends A Nervous Spasm Through The Gentle Back Of The Andes, And Tumultuous Shock Waves Assault The Surface Of The Land. Three Times The Cuppola Of Proud Santo Domingo Has Collapsed From On High To The Rhythm Of Broken Bones And Its Worn Walls Have Opened And Fallen Too. But The Foundations They Rest On Are Unmoved, The Great Blocks Of The Temple Of The Sun Exhibit Their Gray Stone Indifferently; However Colossal The Disaster Befalling Its Oppressor, Not One Of Its Huge Rocks Shifts From Its Place.

I Knew That The Moment The Great Governing Spirit Strikes The Blow To Divide All Humanity Into Just Two Opposing Factions, I Would Be On The Side Of The Common People.

...i Also Know - And This Won't Alter The Course Of History Or Your Personal View Of Me - That You Will Die With A Clenched Fist And A Tense Jaw, The Epitome Of Hatred And Struggle, Because You Are Not A Symbol (some Inanimate Example) But A Genuine Member Of The Society To Be Destroyed; The Spirit Of The Beehive Speaks Through Your Mouth And Motivates Your Actions. You Are As Useful As I Am, But You Are Not Aware Of How Useful Your Contribution Is To The Society That Sacrifices You.

Imperialism Has Been Defeated In Many Partial Battles. But It Remains A Considerable Force In The World, And We Cannot Expect Its Final Defeat Save Through Effort And Sacrifice On The Part Of All Of Us.

The Victory Of Socialism Is Well Worth Millions Of Atomic Victims!