Chapter Fifty-Five
No, it’s better to deceive you, better to deceive oneself.
This transitory thing is like the whooping cough of my breathing,
the German measles of my face.
One day sometime the eyes will not water from the wind
and the hands will not freeze from the cold,
having agreed on the naked lie of being with you, or the lonely truth
without you.
-Belgi
I myself once used to know The Infantile Disorder of Leftism in Communism almost off by heart. And what’s more, when I was just getting started, it seemed to me that in the process of work on this book I would have to refer repeatedly to this brochure by Lenin, the “doblyovka” as it was known at my university, from the initial letters of the words in its Russian title. My first feeling was that I would be able to unearth t
