Alexander Berkman

Alexander Berkman

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Portrait of Alexander Berkman Alexander Berkman Prison Memoirs of an Anarchist… (1912)

Every word drips bitterness into my soul. Have I grown morbid, or do they actually presume to reproach me with my failure to suicide? By what right? Impatiently I smother the accusing whisper of my conscience, "By the right of revolutionary ethics." The will to live leaps into being peremptorily, more compelling and imperative at the implied challenge.
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Portrait of Alexander Berkman Alexander Berkman Prison Memoirs of an Anarchist… (1912)

Excited and alert, I absorb every detail of the surroundings. I strive to appear indifferent, while furtively following every movement of the Chaplain, as he selects the rotunda key from the large bunch in his hand, and opens the door. Passionate longing for liberty is consuming me. A plan of escape is maturing in my mind. The Chaplain carries all the keys-he lives in the Warden's house, connected with the prison-he is so fragile-I could easily overpower him-there is no one in the rotunda-I'd stifle his cries-take the keys-
"Have a seat, my boy. Sit down.
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