Lucie, my Lucie, you're the only one I know who wouldn't have raised your hand to see me in the gallows. The Party can evict me from the university; those stuffed-shirt Lenin youth could never take a joke, anyway. But you, my Lucie, watching Court of Honor: how I hate that film; but it was worth it just to sit next to you. I've been working in the mines for months at a time just to see you on a saturday. But it's always the same bastards across party lines, you can change their colors but you can never change their minds. Oh, my Lucie, you don't believe in me. And I, Ludvik Jahn, will have my revenge. I will have my revenge.