But here in New York I was ignorant, insignificant, unimportant–one in millions whose destiny concerned no one. New York did not even know of my existence. Nor did it care.
AGNES SMEDLEYBut there were years when, in search of what I thought was better, nobler things I denied these, my people, and my family.
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Gambling in the mark has been the great indoor sport of the capitalists for months, and consequently food has increased by 25 to 100 per cent.
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Friendship is far more human.
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There were fifty-four women and forty little boys with the Red Army prisoners, and I went daily to take care of them also.
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Professors could silence me then; they had figures, diagrams, maps, books.
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Always before I had felt like a person, an individual, hopeful that I could mold my life according to some desire of my own.
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The subjects treated were technical Marxist theories.
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When I was a girl, the West was still young, and the law of force, of physical force, was dominant.
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My mother listened to all the news from the camp during the strike.
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And the woman who could win the respect of man was often the woman who could knock him down with her bare fists and sit on him until he yelled for help.
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I was ashamed of them and their ways of life. But now – yes, I love them; they are a part of my blood; they, with all their virtues and their faults, played a great part in forming my way of looking at life.
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I was learning that books and diagrams can be evil things if they deaden the mind of man and make him blind or cynical before subjection of any kind.
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Now, being a girl, I was ashamed of my body and my lack of strength. So I tried to be a man.
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I shot, rode, jumped, and took part in all the fights of the boys.
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Everybody calls everybody a spy, secretly, in Russia, and everybody is under surveillance. You never feel safe.
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New York was a new and strange world. Vast, impersonal, merciless.
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