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’
Rock
bottom
!
The
bottom
that
has
no
bottom
!
The
Bolshevists
will
have
the
finest
army
in
the
world
in
a
very
short
time
,
with
the
finest
mechanical
equipment
.
’
But
this
thing
can
’
t
go
on
.
.
.
this
hate
business
.
There
must
be
a
reaction
.
.
.
’
said
Hammond
.
’
Well
,
we
’
ve
been
waiting
for
years
.
.
.
we
wait
longer
.
Hate
’
s
a
growing
thing
like
anything
else
.
It
’
s
the
inevitable
outcome
of
forcing
ideas
on
to
life
,
of
forcing
one
’
s
deepest
instincts
;
our
deepest
feelings
we
force
according
to
certain
ideas
.
We
drive
ourselves
with
a
formula
,
like
a
machine
.
The
logical
mind
pretends
to
rule
the
roost
,
and
the
roost
turns
into
pure
hate
.
We
’
re
all
Bolshevists
,
only
we
are
hypocrites
.
The
Russians
are
Bolshevists
without
hypocrisy
.
’
’
But
there
are
many
other
ways
,
’
said
Hammond
,
’
than
the
Soviet
way
.
The
Bolshevists
aren
’
t
really
intelligent
.
’
’
Of
course
not
.
But
sometimes
it
’
s
intelligent
to
be
half
-
witted
:
if
you
want
to
make
your
end
.
Personally
,
I
consider
Bolshevism
half
-
witted
;
but
so
do
I
consider
our
social
life
in
the
west
half
-
witted
.
So
I
even
consider
our
far
-
famed
mental
life
half
-
witted
.
We
’
re
all
as
cold
as
cretins
,
we
’
re
all
as
passionless
as
idiots
.
We
’
re
all
of
us
Bolshevists
,
only
we
give
it
another
name
.
We
think
we
’
re
gods
.
.
.
men
like
gods
!
It
’
s
just
the
same
as
Bolshevism
.
One
has
to
be
human
,
and
have
a
heart
and
a
penis
if
one
is
going
to
escape
being
either
a
god
or
a
Bolshevist
.
.
.
for
they
are
the
same
thing
:
they
’
re
both
too
good
to
be
true
.
’
Out
of
the
disapproving
silence
came
Berry
’
s
anxious
question
:
’
You
do
believe
in
love
then
,
Tommy
,
don
’
t
you
?
’
’
You
lovely
lad
!
’
said
Tommy
.
’
No
,
my
cherub
,
nine
times
out
of
ten
,
no
!
Love
’
s
another
of
those
half
-
witted
performances
today
.
Fellows
with
swaying
waists
fucking
little
jazz
girls
with
small
boy
buttocks
,
like
two
collar
studs
!
Do
you
mean
that
sort
of
love
?
Or
the
joint
-
property
,
make
-
a
-
success
-
of
-
it
,
My
-
husband
-
my
-
wife
sort
of
love
?
No
,
my
fine
fellow
,
I
don
’
t
believe
in
it
at
all
!
’
