I would have been happiest in the period of show trials and autoconfessions, W. says. I would have liked nothing better than to have confessed for imaginary crimes, the greater, the better, signing every confession the police brought to me and admitting my role in the greatest of conspiracies. It would have given me a sense of importance, of epic grandeur. I did it, I would say. I was the worst of all. It was me, it was all my fault: what have I ever wanted to say but that?
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