In a small cottage not too far away…

I looked at myself in the mirror. There was no denying that I was magnificent. I was the embodiment of the cause. No, I was more than that. The cause is as a great wave upon the sea, and I was the captain to steer the ship of revolution along the crest of the wave.

I ran a cold hand across my now bald head, smooth and glorious. My fingers traced my new, stylish mustache and goatee. My transformation was complete.

My brethren, my forebears had created the revolutionary situation from which I would so the magnificent change for the good of the party. What is to be done? I asked myself. Enough of their en masse wanderings without direction. The future will not spontaneously conform to the ideology.

I knew what needed to be done. I had to go and find my cadre, my elite, my conspiratorial core. There was a great work to be done. Sometimes, I thought to myself, _history needs a push.