T H E E N D C O M M U N E

I do not run your puny errands. I do not speak your language, your words. I take your sentences and I dismember them. And if that has momentarily made my task a little more difficult, so be it: at least I do not run the risk of carrying grist to my opponents' mill. I do not look for struggle if it may be avoided, I am not of fiery temperament in that sense, but heed this though, that I will not speak your filthy language, foul my mouth with your disgusting words? Do you think I am a whore of tongues? No, I am the master of language, I know what to write, and how to write it.