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AN OUTLAW'S DIARY 7power of the workers " ? . . .They have not gota word for our frontiers established a thousandyears What happens in the background whither!our eyes cannot penetrate? Do the secret allies ofthe Entente work among us, or only our ownenemies who, by means of their proclamations,shout in their Ghetto-lingo that " this programme,which is to save Hungary and free the people, hasthe whole-hearted support of the Hungarian army ?"Who says that ? Who proclaims himself thesaviour of Hungary in the hour of her greatest peril ?Count Michael Karolyi and Rosa Schwimmer ?Martin Lovaszy, Baron Louis Hatvany-Deutsch,John Hock, Sigmund Kunfi-Kunstatter, LadislausFenyes, William Bohm, Count Theodor Batthyanyand Louis Biro-Blau ? Dezso Abraham, AlexanderGarbai and Ernest Garami-Grunfeld ? Oscar Jaszi-Jakobovics, Paul Szende-Schwarz and Mrs. ErnestMuller? Zoltan Janosi, Louis Purjesz and JacobWeltner ?Eleven Jews and eight bad Hungarians!My soul is racked with indescribable pain. GoodGod, where is the King ? Where is Count Hadik andhis government, the officers, the still faithful troops ?Are there no longer any fists ? Is there nobody tostrike at all ?After Godollo the King now gropes in Vienna.Hadik remains inactive while the fateful hours flyby. The officials do not lay down their pens, butincline their heads meekly under the new yoke.And, worst of all, the military command surrendersits sword without an attempt to draw it. There isno resistance anywhere dark, underhand forces by:careful labour have prepared the ground long ago.They have demolished everything that is Hungarian.And now, one sti<strong>tc</strong>h after the other, with deadlyrapidity, the fabric that has endured a thousandyears is coming undone.My brain worked feverishly, thoughts gallopingmadly and seeking desperately for somebody— something.Somebody who could still stem the generalruin. Stephen Tisza ! . . . And silently I asked hispardon for having condemned and misunderstoodhim. How he must suffer now ! What must histhoughts be?

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