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“Коль скоро тирания так преуспела в разрушении, что ей стоит разрушить заодно и любовь, умышленно или походя? Тирания требует любви к партии, к государству, к Великому Вождю и Рулевому, к народу. Но от таких великих, благородных, бескорыстных, безусловных «любовей» отвлекает любовь к единственному человеку, буржуазная и волюнтаристская. И в нынешней обстановке людям постоянно угрожает опасность не сохранить себя целиком. Если их последовательно терроризировать, они мутируют, съеживаются, усыхают – все это приемы выживания.”

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The Noise of Time

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