I can see it now: the meeting hall, the portrait

of Krinsky, the bulky table covered with course green cloth.

Krinsky is a short, stocky man with steely eyes afire.

The party congress takes place in Warsaw in the thirties.

It is the era of terror, purges, and encroaching tyranny.

Krinsky disguises his single-minded defense of the New Dogma in

the jargon of Hegel, but everyone grasps his veiled meaning.

He proclaims that only the dictatorship of the proletariat can

insure lasting peace, and therefore, no deviation can be tolerated:

“World peace is in the hands of the party secretariat.”

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Paraphrases from the story “Inventions” by Isaac Bashevis Singer.

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