The differences that developed in our lives only revealed themselves in where we chose to flatten ourselves against the wall as the great, necessary simplifications roared past us, or in how we thought when we were clinging on to them. Now the massive answers to the question roar past. You were a traitor; it is the hardest thing in the world to be a Communist, and eventually you yielded, you failed: you were a traitor. You were innocent; the dictatorship of the proletariat has become a police state; the revolution has been betrayed; you were innocent.
