I won't even explain.

It would be useless.

You are one pole, I the other.

And the world--the whole wide world--lies between!" Suddenly she spoke.
"You're a Socialist," said she.

"What does it mean to be a Socialist ?" He shook his head.
"You couldn't understand, if I told you," he answered.
"Why not ?" "Oh, because your ideas and environments and interests and everything have been so different from mine--because you're what you are--because you can never be anything else." "You mean Socialism is something beyond my understanding ?" she demanded, piqued.