Even so, oddly enough, I was not filling up with hatred or contempt for him his suffering was too palpable. For it swept over me that, had I been one of his comrades, he would have spent my name as part of the guarantee of his reform. As he laid out his dilemma and his decision to comply with the HUAC, it was impossible not to feel his anguish, old friends that we were.
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