Having got over one more bout of enthusiasm, Nerzhin--wheter definitively or not--understood the people in a new way, a way he had not read about anywhere: the people is not everyone who speaks our language, nor yet the elect makred by the fiery stamp of genius. Not by birth, not by the work of one's hands, not by the wings of education is one elected into the people.

But by one's inner self.

Everyone forges his inner self year after year.

One must try to temper, to cut, to polish one's soul so as to become a human being.

And thereby become a tiny particle of one's own people.

(The First Circle, Solzhenitsyn, Trans. T. Whitney)


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