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>> No.7179542 [View]
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>>7179531
why so angry?

>>7179533
cont.

>But in the case of the Soviet author there is no such freedom. His epilogue is fixed by law, and the reader knows it as well as the writer does. How, then, can he manage to keep his audience in suspense ? Well, a few ways have been found. First of all, since the idea of a happy end really refers not to the characters but to the police state, and since it is the Soviet state that is the real protagonist of every Soviet novel, we can have a few minor characters —fairly good Bolsheviks though they be — die a violent death provided the idea of the Perfect State triumphs in the end; in fact, some cunning authors have been known to arrange things in such a way that on the very last page the death of the Communist hero is the triumph of the happy Communist idea : I die so that the Soviet Union may live. This is one way — but it is a dangerous way, for the author may be accused of killing the symbol together with the man, the boy on the burning deck together with the whole Navy. If he is cautious and shrewd, he will endow the Communist who comes to grief with some little weakness, some slight — oh, so slight! — political deviation or streak of bourgeois eclecticism, which, without affecting the pathos of his deeds and death, will lawfully suffice to justify his personal disaster.

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Don't fuck with me.

What's that? You want to do battle?

Psst, I've already beaten you, kid. I went to the school of hard knocks and graduated summa cum laude from Mizuki Academy with a PhD in Annihilation and a minor in Pushing Your Shit In, fucko.

I am a samurai of authenticity, a warrior-poet of unfathomable intergrity. My blade shall cut through your lies and expose you for the utter imbecile that you are. You're a mindless savage, you're a waste of air, you're a pointless fucking human being. Go ahead, spew your vile filth while you can, for soon you shall be reduced to a weeping little bitch and the only thing you'll spew then is an apology, fuckface.

You ready to die, kid? No? Not yet? Too bad. Look behind you.

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