Last Man Standing

Do you know what it is to pass two years, day by day, completely alone, in a prison cell? Do you know what it is to have before your eyes not only the naked, miserable walls of a prison, but the sneers of the cruel, triumphant Nazi jailers? Never a friendly face. Never a chance to hear a kindly word. Is this not a slow assassination carefully planned in advance by a government of fascist murderers? It is a cowardly attempt to physically and morally weaken our comrade Ernst Thälmann; a cowardly attempt to smother his incomparable revolutionary energy, so that they may protect themselves from the risk of such discomfiture as they experienced with George Dimitroff.