Bless You, Prison, For Having Been In

If So Far We Have Been Unable To See Clearly Or To Reflect The Eternal Lineaments Of Truth, Is It Not Because We Too Are Still Moving Towards Some End-because We Are Still Alive?

To Stand Up For Truth Is Nothing. For Truth, You Must Sit In Jail.

When I Returned To Russia In 1994, The Western World And Its States Were Practically Being Worshipped. Admittedly, This Was Caused Not So Much By Real Knowledge Or A Conscious Choice, But By The Natural Disgust With The Bolshevik Regime And Its Anti-western Propaganda.

But What Can You Say In A Letter?

When I Was In The Gulag I Would Sometimes Even Write On Stone Walls. I Used To Write On Scraps Of Paper, Then I Memorised The Contents And Destroyed The Scraps.