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Dates: during 1970-1979
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...Toronto. He was studying modern philosophy at the time, but a chance encounter with a paperback on Freud sent him burrowing through the master's voluminous collected works. Says Leo: "Here were the philosophers playing their bloodless word games, and Freud saying all these amazing things about real life." Now he is convinced that the three greatest thinkers of all time were Aristotle, Freud and Groucho Marx...
...BUILD A CASTLE−MY LIFE AS A DISSENTER by Vladimir Bukovsky Translated by Michael Scammell; Viking; 438 pages...
There is no hope of mating such an opponent. Bukovsky, 36, played only to guarantee his rights under the Soviet Constitution and Criminal Code. His gambit was to exchange a third of his life in prisons and psychiatric clinics for the dignity of saying nyet. It gained him an international reputation for incorrigible heroics. In 1976 the Soviet government solved their embarrassment by swapping Bukovsky for Chilean Communist Luis Corvalan, then a prisoner of the Pinochet dictatorship. Today Bukovsky lives in England, where he has resumed his frequently interrupted study of biology...
...immediate subordinate ... And, most importantly of all, you should write enormous numbers of complaints and send them to the officials least equipped to deal with them." One objective of these tactics was to cause unsightly bulges in the official statistics, "the most powerful factor of all in Soviet life...
Thus Bukovsky exploited the rivalries and hidden disputes among the KGB, prison administrations, schools of psychiatry and political commissars. Legal affronteries never won him liberty but a different form of freedom: the ability to choose jail over silence. His life as a moral goad was organized around the harsh facts of imprisonment. "Every time I was released," he writes, "my only thought was how to get as much done as possible, so that afterward, back in prison again. I wouldn't have to spend sleepless nights dwelling on lost opportunities...