"So that was how I spent a crazy night and successfully made one of my false identities known to everyone. But I still didn't plan to leave, because there was still so much I hadn't learned."
"After meeting the Godfather, I became even more curious about these rules and this order. I didn't know whether they were products of the era or results shaped by special circumstances..."
"But yesterday's experience taught me something: sometimes, if you want to understand how the rules operate, you don't necessarily have to become part of them. Break the glass, and it becomes easier to see the structure inside..."
"I had seen the ecosystem at the very bottom of the mob, seen how those children survived, seen their masks. Now, I intended to look at the secrets of the mob's upper ranks, and for that, I had thought of a good method..."
"Wait a second!" A voice suddenly interrupted Bruce. Harvey Dent, seated across from him, raised his glass and said, "I think you need more discussion between those two sections. Why not add some explanation of your ideas?"
"Because I'm not sure..." Bruce paused, then said, "I want to include some discussion of Marxism, but I'm not sure whether my professor would accept it. After all, issues involving class conflict have always been rather radical, and I think my professor is fairly conservative."
"Why do you think that?" Harvey asked, leaning back in his chair and taking a sip of ice wine. Bruce thought back and said, "He barely pays any attention to politics. Everything he knows about current affairs comes from newspapers and the radio. I've never heard him mention an election, and I don't think he's ever voted."
"I think that if I rashly express some radical views, it might lower my