My mind is fully made up. Nothing can change it. We have come
to the parting of the ways, forever.
Though I may feel bitterly toward you for what I now understand as
your harsh and cruel attitude toward the world, and the role you
play as an exploiter of human labor, I shall not reproach you. You
simply cannot see these things as I have come to see them since my
feet have been set upon the road toward Socialism. Don't start,
Wally--that's the truth. Perhaps I'm not much of a Socialist yet,
because I don't know much about it. But I am learning, and shall
learn. My teacher is the best one in the world, I'm sure; and added
to this, all my natural energy and innate radicalism have flamed
into activity with this new thought. So, you see, the past is even
more effectively buried than ever. How could anything ever be
possible, now, between you and me?
Cease to think of me, Wally. I am gone out of your life, for all
time, as out of that whole circle of false, insincere, wicked and
parasitic existence that we call "society.
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