THE CORRUPTION OF THE BOURGEOISIE
It’s not surprising, comrades, that when our man finds himself in a large European city, the first thing he does is run off to view the corruption of the bourgeoisie.
Some of you will probably shake your heads reproachfully:
“Ah, the so-and-so! Don’t worry, he didn’t hit the workers’ quarters to see how the Western European workers live and work! No, he made for the dance halls and cabarets to look at the naked bourgeoisie!”
Dear comrades! Please understand us foreign travellers: we are all keen to see the agony, the last minutes, the last throes of the class enemy.
What if this enemy should corrupt away and die?
What a pity it will be that you had the opportunity to see its dying screams and didn’t!
So that’s why it’s the first place that you go.
