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On Revolution: Selected Writings, 1920-1966
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“When the prison doors are opened, the real dragon will fly out.”
― On Revolution: Selected Writings, 1920-1966
― On Revolution: Selected Writings, 1920-1966
“Eyes must look far ahead, and thoughts be deeply pondered.
Be bold and unremitting in attack.
Give the wrong command, and two chariots are rendered useless.
Come the right moment, a pawn can bring you victory.”
― On Revolution: Selected Writings, 1920-1966
Be bold and unremitting in attack.
Give the wrong command, and two chariots are rendered useless.
Come the right moment, a pawn can bring you victory.”
― On Revolution: Selected Writings, 1920-1966
“A revolutionary must have solid foundation of revolutionary morality in order to fulfill his glorious revolutionary task.”
― On Revolution: Selected Writings, 1920-1966
― On Revolution: Selected Writings, 1920-1966
“The Black is roasted, browned, burned. But he deserves to die twice instead of once. He is therefore hanged, or more exactly, what is left of the corpse is hanged. And all those who were not able to help with the cooking applaud now.
Hurrah!
When everybody has had enough, the corpse is brought down. The rope is cut into small pieces which will be sold for three or five dollars each, souvenirs and lucky charms to be quarreled over by the ladies.
"Popular justice," as they say over there, has been done. Calmed down, the crowd congratulate the "organizers," then stream away slowly and cheerfully, as if after a feast…
While on the ground, stinking of fat and smoke, a black head, mutilated, roasted, deformed, grins horribly and seems to ask the setting sun, "Is this civilization?”
― On Revolution: Selected Writings, 1920-1966
Hurrah!
When everybody has had enough, the corpse is brought down. The rope is cut into small pieces which will be sold for three or five dollars each, souvenirs and lucky charms to be quarreled over by the ladies.
"Popular justice," as they say over there, has been done. Calmed down, the crowd congratulate the "organizers," then stream away slowly and cheerfully, as if after a feast…
While on the ground, stinking of fat and smoke, a black head, mutilated, roasted, deformed, grins horribly and seems to ask the setting sun, "Is this civilization?”
― On Revolution: Selected Writings, 1920-1966
