Word: proletariat
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...Union, "telling us it was a workers' paradise. Today," he acknowledges, "that would make people laugh." Outside city hall, activist Gerard Kourland is selling L'Humanite, the party organ, and patiently explaining the difference between the Russian and French parties: "We officially gave up on the dictatorship of the proletariat in 1976. And even before then, we had our doubts...
Though some, like judge Erika Gruner, spring from proletariat homes, they have all in some way risen to the highest occupational or intellectual rungs of the country. The reader should therefore not be surprised that many of those Borneman interviewed mourn the foregone possibilities of socialism and the progress left behind. On the positive side, the lean toward intellectuals blesses this book with an overview of East German society to which the working class might not have had access...
...after the victory of the proletariat and the overthrow of the reactionary leadership in Czechoslovakia, Stalin was vacationing in the Crimea. Klement Gottwald, the Czechoslovak President, and his wife came for a visit. Stalin phoned and asked if I could come to the Crimea as soon as possible. "Gottwald is here and says he can't get along without you. He absolutely demands that you come." This was Stalin's idea of humor...
There are worse offenses. One drunken college student once lurched at me at a party, yelling that I probably thought he was some lowly proletariat. Another, equally obnoxious, informed me, rather erroneously, that I would have to learn to live without maids. (My family has never hired a maid.) A political canvassing group I worked for refused to send me into a working class neighborhood, explaining that I would not be able to relate to the people, who (justifiably, they added) would hate...
...license because, he tuts, "I'm no jock!"). They know they are out of fashion and cheerfully debate their irrelevance, like dinosaurs analyzing their own bones. Most of them are moneyed, but they soon must admit to a crucial class distinction: between the aristocracy of the desired and the proletariat of the unloved. In short, they are very like the rest of us. Though his setting and dialogue are tres swank, writer-director Whit Stillman made Metropolitan for peanut shells, and with a cast of novice screen actors. Best of all, he compliments his viewers by respecting their intelligence. Moviegoers...