[From “Nephew”]

Yesterday I looked through some trilogy pages about my nephew who disturbed me, with whom I share the property where I live with his mother[…]
It was he who[…]invented the nickname ‘Chechar’ and, since he loved me so much, everything pointed to the fact that I could raise him as a son insofar as my sister was a single mother

Now he is a man of twenty-two, and he has not a single atom of my ideals:[…]absolutely nothing of the four words, let alone the fourteen. Moreover, like the rest of my nephews and the people of his generation, he is a degenerate as far as culture is concerned. To give just a few examples: being straight he has painted his nails, has always listened to degenerate music and hangs out with his degenerate friends everywhere[…]Unlike Hitler, the nephew eats the flesh of mammals that were tormented in slaughterhouses and, although I gave him my trilogy, he doesn’t read it and I doubt he ever will[…]
Unlike Jane Austen’s world[…]in our world, upbringing is done by unwed mothers. And the first thing these little women do is to hand their child over to the clutches of the System so that the System ‘educates’ him

I could do nothing for my nephew’s education because of the lack of financial means. And even if I had them, where could I take him to school in the West?[…]I would have had to isolate him from children his age, schools, television and he would never have had a mobile phone[…]
Even a wealthy priest of the holy words would have had difficulty educating him. Country children in the less polluted places of Eastern Europe could begin to be contaminated by possessing, for example, mobile phones: a small window that normalises the world of Gomorrah, and so on

It has been painful to watch the process of how a pure mind[…]becomes debased and one can do nothing about it. Is it understandable why I fantasise about mushroom clouds above the major cities of the West? To return to Austen’s world Kalki must first come…