My Marxism has taken root and become purified. I believe in armed struggle as the only solution for those peoples who fight to free themselves, and I am consistent with my beliefs.
Child,, I knew giving. I lost this grace by becoming civiliced. I was leading a natural life, whereas today I saw the artificial. The least pretty pebble was valuable to me. Every tree was an object of respect. Today, I admire the white man with a painted landscape whose value is expressed in dollars!
