After a while Gregor looked up.
"Private vengeance.

You begin your rule with private vengeance." "The vengeance of a people.

All the breed.

Did France stop at Louis?
Do we tear up the roots of the poisonous toadstool that killed someone we loved and leave the other toadstools thriving ?" "To cure the world of all its ills by tearing up the toadstools and the flowers together--do you call that justice?
The proletariat shall have everything, and he begins by killing off noble and bourgeoisie and dividing up the loot! Even with his oppression the noble had a right to live.

The bourgeoisie must die because of his benefactions to a people.
The world for the proletariat, and damnation for the rest!" "Let each become one of us," cried Karlov, hoarsely.