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""A lover of my fellow creatures, a mere nameless worker for the cause--I aspire to be no more. In none of the textbooks of socialism is human affection expressly forbidden.'

'Is,' asks Vol, 'human affection part of the substructure or of the superstructure?'

'That will have to be worked out,' Trotsky says. 'Comrade Stalin is good at that sort of thing.'

Chud says: 'I fear, Lev Davidovich, I fear--'

'Fear Comrade Stalin? What nonsense.'

'I fear that you will be absorbed by this city and its decadent culture. What shall we tell them in Russia? That Trotsky, comrades, has become a New Yorker?'

'No no no,' Trotsky says. 'There's a dynamic contradiction in me, altogether healthy. Let me put it this way.' He sings:...

The pretzels are as salty As in Petrograd, The elevators faulty, The drains as bad. The women are striking But the workers not. I am liking the women a lot. " This file is automatically generated by a robot program, so viewer discretion is required.