We are the enemies of society, for society is the enemy of humanity, its oldest and its most pitiless enemy (hear, hear).

Comrade Gregory has told us (apologetically again) that we are not murderers.

There I agree.

We are not murderers, we are executioners (cheers)." Ever since Syme had risen Gregory had sat staring at him, his face idiotic with astonishment.

Now in the pause his lips of clay parted, and he said, with an automatic and lifeless distinctness-- "You damnable hypocrite!" Syme looked straight into those frightful eyes with his own pale blue ones, and said with dignity-- "Comrade Gregory accuses me of hypocrisy.