About the book: 1991 / And don’t count the years, Reader, 2119 is an arbitrary date. I know the exact one, HE told me it, but do I have the right to draw a line separating the REAL FROM THE EXPECTED? I don’t like the word “future,” just like the word “dictatorship,” even when applied to “proletariat.” Diktat is death to everything spiritual, moral, and therefore death to everything beautiful that is inherent in the essence of humanity.