Trotsky rises to give me his hand, then sits at his desk, gently allowing his regard to light on my person.

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It was night and I could see a large and calm lake, reflecting the moon....

It was night and I could see a large and calm lake, reflecting the moon....

Of course, I also gave him the ineffable pleasures of pipe smoking. And no children,...

Of course, I also gave him the ineffable pleasures of pipe smoking. And no children,...

The lake and the mountains have become my landscape, my real world.

The lake and the mountains have become my landscape, my real world.

One of them, for example, which will probably haunt me more than any other is...

One of them, for example, which will probably haunt me more than any other is...

I saw Mussolini tirelessly contemplate a parade of thousands of young men.

I saw Mussolini tirelessly contemplate a parade of thousands of young men.

Writing is not a profession but a vocation of unhappiness

Writing is not a profession but a vocation of unhappiness

I adore life but I don't fear death. I just prefer to die as late...

I adore life but I don't fear death. I just prefer to die as late...

I have always tried to write in a simple way, using down-to-earth and not abstract...

I have always tried to write in a simple way, using down-to-earth and not abstract...

The fact that we are I don't know how many millions of people, yet communication,...

The fact that we are I don't know how many millions of people, yet communication,...

Writing is not a profession but a vocation of unhappiness.

Writing is not a profession but a vocation of unhappiness.