ABSTRACT
Bolshevism... is just a superlative hatred of the thing they call the bourgeois: and what the bourgeois is, isn 't quite defined. It is Capitalism, among other things. Feelings and emotions are also decidedly bourgeois that you have to invent a man without them... especially the personal man, is bourgeois: so he must be suppressed. You must submerge yourselves in the greater thing, the Soviet-social thing. Even an organism is bourgeois: so the ideal must be mechanical. The only thing that is unit, non-organic, composed of many different, yet equally essential part, is the machine. Each man is [sic] a machine-part, and the driving power of the machine, hate... hate of the bourgeois. That, to me, is Bolshevism.... Hate's a growing thing like anything else. It's the inevitable outcome of forcing ideas or the life, forcing one's deepest instincts; our deepest feelings we force according to certain ideas. We drive ourselves with a formula like a machine. The logical mind pretends to rule the roost, and the roost turns into pure hate. We're all Bolshevists, only we are hypocrites. The Russians are Bolshevists without hypocrisy.
