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A Journey, After All, Neither Begins In The Instant We Set Out, Nor Ends When We Have Reached Our Door Step Once Again. It Starts Much Earlier And Is Really Never Over, Because The Film Of Memory Continues Running On Inside Of Us Long After We Have Come To A Physical Standstill. Indeed, There Exists Something Like A Contagion Of Travel, And The Disease Is Essentially Incurable.

Do Not Be Misled By The Fact That You Are At Liberty And Relatively Free; That For The Moment You Are Not Under Lock And Key: You Have Simply Been Granted A Reprieve.

In A Society Of Little Economic Development, Universal Inactivity Accompanies Universal Poverty. You Survive Not By Struggling Against Nature, Or By Increasing Production, Or By Relentless Labor; Instead You Survive By Expending As Little Energy As Possible, By Striving Constantly To Achieve A State Of Immobility.

The So-called New Russian Man Is Characterized Mainly By His Complete Exhaustion. You May Find Yourself Wondering If He Has The Strength To Enjoy His New-found Freedom. He Is Like A Long-distance Runner Who, On Reaching The Finishing Line, Is Incapable Even Of Raising His Hands In A Gesture Of Victory.

Our Job Is Like A Baker's Work - His Rolls Are Tasty As Long As They're Fresh; After Two Days They're Stale; After A Week, They're Covered With Mould And Fit Only To Be Thrown Out.