 Marxism in China has been a kind of dance of death, one that could only please the prince of darkness. In Mao's case, it's interesting to me as a China scholar that when he was a little boy, his mother took him out to a local pagan god, a monolith outside the village that was said to be possessed by a spirit, and consecrated him in a pagan ritual to this monolith. And she after that referred to him as the third son of the monolith. Now, I don't know whether that constitutes possession or not, but there was certainly an evil about Chairman Mao that you don't find replicated in very many human beings. At every point in his life, when he could choose between good and evil, he invariably chose evil.