) "All I want is to regulate labor.

" "Which means, you've borrowed an idea, stripped it of all that gave it its force, and want to make believe that it's something new," said Nikolay, angrily tugging at his necktie.

"But my idea has nothing in common..." "That, anyway," said Nikolay Levin, with an ironical smile, his eyes flashing malignantly, "has the charm of--what's one to call it?--geometrical symmetry, of clearness, of definiteness.

It may be a Utopia.

But if once one allows the possibility of making of all the past a _tabula rasa_--no property, no family-- then labor would organize itself.