These days my voice reaches you no more. Your memories of me have left you too, haven't they? I'm always right here, always watching everyone from up here...
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Today he is dead, his memory despised, his country in ruins. He had a thirst for power, a low opinion of man as an individual, and a fear of intellectual honesty. He was a force for evil in the world. His passing, his defeat – a boon for mankind. But thousands died that it might be so. The price for ridding society of bad is always high.