They used to argue about the origins of socialism in the old worker’s bar I loved when I was in my early twenties–nights, an accordionist, true mist from the canal, and hot tempered beer soaked legerdemain viz Babeuf and the Society of Equals. Now I’m nearing sixty and I live on books, alone in a covert. Soon I’ll drink the potion of the old. It is terrible to have no one to talk to. As for the accordion, its a real Marxist music box though they won’t tell you so on National Public Radio.
Planet of the Blind 
Comrade Steve, I’m so glad, always, to talk with you. Thank you for giving so many of us such excellent company.
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