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That part of the story takes place in about 2000. The World Wars, the gulags, the camps, the colonies, and so on—these dismal chapters of modernity essentially predate our protagonist’s agreeable personal experience of the political sphere. It seems that he yearns, partly out of his strange enchantment, partly out of curiosity, for the firsthand knowledge possessed by Mr. V. and his ilk, who lived through the bad old days and, our protagonist idealistically presumes, learned something valuable i…
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