The Satellite Revolt Was Not Sparked From

My Children, As Long As You Live, The Shadow Of The Hiss Case Will Brush You. In Every Pair Of Eyes That Rests On You, You Will See Pass, Like A Cloud Passing Behind A Woods In Winter, The Memory Of Your Father - Dissembled In Friendly Eyes, Lurking In Unfriendly Eyes.

The Rub Is That The Pursuit Of Happiness, As An End In Itself, Tends Automatically, And Widely, To Be Replaced By The Pursuit Of Pleasure With A Consequent General Softening Of The Fibers Of Will, Intelligence, Spirit.

At Issue In The Hiss Case Was The Question Whether This Sick Society, Which We Call Western Civilization, Could In Its Extremity Still Cast Up A Man Whose Faith In It Was So Great That He Would Voluntarily Abandon Those Things Which Men Hold Good, Including Life, To Defend It.

It Is Popular To Call It A Crisis Of The Western World. It Is In Fact A Crisis Of The Whole World. Communism, Which Claims To Be A Solution Of The Crisis, Is Itself A Symptom And An Irritant Of The Crisis.

On That Road Of The Informer, It Is Always Night. I Cannot Ever Inform Against Anyone Without Feeling Something Die Within Me. I Inform Without Pleasure, Because It Is Necessary.