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proximoception"But are there not many fascists in your country?"
"There are many who do not know they are fascists but will find it out when the time comes."
"But you cannot destroy them until they rebel?"
"No," Robert Jordan said. "We cannot destroy them. But we can educate the people so that they will fear fascism and recognize it as it appears and combat it."
...
'The eyes,' said Corrado. 'You said you felt as if there were eyes staring. Up to now they haven't been doing any staring: they kept their eyes down, and we weren't used to them any more . . . They were the enemies of the past, we hated what they had been, not them now. But now they've found their old stare . . . the way they looked at us eight years ago . . . We remember, and start feeling their eyes on us again . . .'
.
She was alone, outside there was the noise of the rain. Across a rain-soaked Europe the eyes of old enemies pierced the night, right through to her.
'I can see their eyes,' she thought, 'but they must see ours too.' And she stood firm, staring hard into the dark.
"There are many who do not know they are fascists but will find it out when the time comes."
"But you cannot destroy them until they rebel?"
"No," Robert Jordan said. "We cannot destroy them. But we can educate the people so that they will fear fascism and recognize it as it appears and combat it."
...
'The eyes,' said Corrado. 'You said you felt as if there were eyes staring. Up to now they haven't been doing any staring: they kept their eyes down, and we weren't used to them any more . . . They were the enemies of the past, we hated what they had been, not them now. But now they've found their old stare . . . the way they looked at us eight years ago . . . We remember, and start feeling their eyes on us again . . .'
.
She was alone, outside there was the noise of the rain. Across a rain-soaked Europe the eyes of old enemies pierced the night, right through to her.
'I can see their eyes,' she thought, 'but they must see ours too.' And she stood firm, staring hard into the dark.
