It is one of the tragedies of the half-educated that they develop late, when they are already committed to some wrong way of life.
It was like swimming against a current that swept you backwards however hard you struggled, and then suddenly deciding to turn round and go with the current instead of opposing it. Nothing had changed except your own attitude: the predestined thing happened in any case.
And if the facts say otherwise, then the facts must be altered.
Everything had a battered, trampled-on look, as though the place had just been visited by some large violent animal.
No real revolutionary has ever been an internationalist.
He might be ALONE in holding that belief, and if alone, then a lunatic. But the thought of being a lunatic did not greatly trouble him: the horror was that he might also be wrong.