"He studied with fervor and with vanity nearly every page of Lord knows what Communist manual; he made use of dialectical materialism to put an end to any discussion whatever. The reasons one can have for hating another man, or for loving him, are infinite: Moon reduced the history of the universe to a sordid economic conflict. He affirmed that the revolution was predestined to succeed. I told him that for a gentleman only lost causes should be attractive ... Night had already fallen; we continued our disagreement in the hall, on the stairs, then on the vague streets. The judgments Moon emitted impressed me less than his irrefutable, apodictic note. The new Comrade did not discuss: he dictated opinions with scorn and with a certain anger." 

- Jorge Luis Borges, from "The Shape of the Sword"

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