"Before societies fall, just such a stratum of wise, thinking people emerges, people who are that and nothing more. And how they were laughed at! How they were mocked! As though they stuck in the craw of people whose deeds and actions were single-minded and narrow-minded. And the only nickname they were christened with was 'rot.' Because these people were a flower that bloomed too soon and breathed too delicate a fragrance. And so they were mowed down.
These people were particularly helpless in their personal lives: they could neither bend with the wind, nor pretend, nor get by; every word declared an opinion, a passion, a protest. And it was just such people the mowing machine cut down, just such people the chaff-cutter shredded."
(Aleksandr Solzhenitsyn: "The Gulag Archipelago", Vol. I, pp. 188-189.)
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These people were particularly helpless in their personal lives: they could neither bend with the wind, nor pretend, nor get by; every word declared an opinion, a passion, a protest. And it was just such people the mowing machine cut down, just such people the chaff-cutter shredded."
(Aleksandr Solzhenitsyn: "The Gulag Archipelago", Vol. I, pp. 188-189.)
Can you relate? I can relate...
