Nowhere On The Planet, Nowhere In History,

To Coexist With Communism On The Same Planet Is Impossible. Either It Will Spread, Cancer-like, To Destroy Mankind, Or Else Mankind Will Have To Rid Itself Of Communism (and Even Then Face Lengthy Treatment For Secondary Tumors).

Literature Becomes The Living Memory Of A Nation.

A Day Without A Dark Cloud. Almost A Happy Day. There Were Three Thousand Six Hundred And Fifty-three Days Like That In His Stretch. From The First Clang Of The Rail To The Last Clang Of The Rail. Three Thousand Six Hundred And Fifty-three Days. The Three Extra Days Were For Leap Years.

Here Again We Witness The Single Outcome Of A Worldwide Process, With East And West Yielding The Same Results, And Once Again For The Same Reason: Men Have Forgotten God.

Let Us Drive Away Those Cruel, Greedy Oppressors, Governments, And The New Ones, Having Just Laid Aside Grenades And Rifles, Will Be Just And Understanding. Far From It.