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600 pages, Paperback
Published February 19, 2018
“Late that evening, as we were waiting for the opening of the congress of the Soviets, Lenin and I were resting in a room adjoining the meeting hall, a room entirely empty except for chairs. Someone had spread a blanket on the floor for us; someone else, I think it was Lenin’s sister, had brought us pillows. We were lying side by side; body and soul were relaxing like over-taut strings. It was a well-earned rest. We could not sleep, so we talked in low voices. Only now did Lenin become reconciled to the postponement of the uprising. His fears had been dispelled. There was a rare sincerity in his voice.
He was interested in knowing all about the mixed pickets of the Red Guards, sailors, and soldiers that had been stationed everywhere. ‘What a wonderful sight: a worker with a rifle, side by side with a soldier, standing before a street fire!’ he repeated with deep feeling.”
“Zola wrote of the French financial press that it could be divided into two groups: the venal, and the so-called incorruptible that sells itself only in exceptional cases and at a very high price. Something of the sort may be said of the mendacity of newspapers in general. The yellow press lies as a matter of course, without hesitating or looking back. Newspapers like The Times or Le Temps speak the truth on all unimportant and inconsequential occasions, so that they can deceive the public with all the requisite authority when necessary.”(My Emphasis)