The limousine stopped at The Dragon Palace. Richard Nixon got out. Guards of the Heroic People’s Volunteer Army stood at attention. On a wall inside the courtyard four tall posters caught the eye of Richard Nixon.

— That’s Marx, he said, pointing.

— Marx, repeated Marshal Yeh.

— And that’s Engels.

— Engels.

— And that’s Lenin and that’s Stalin.

— Precisely, Marshal Yeh replied.

Richard Nixon went back to the second poster, pointing to it with his gloved hand.

— That’s Engels?

— Engels, Marshal Yeh said with a worried, excessively polite look in his eyes.

— We don’t see many pictures of Engels in America, Richard Nixon explained. (The Richard Nixon Freischütz Rag)

On the Great Ten Thousand Li Wall, Begun in the Wars of the Spring and Autumn to keep the Mongols who had been camping nearer and nearer the Yan border from riding in hordes on their przhevalskis into the cobbled streets and ginger gardens of the Middle Flower Kingdom, Richard Nixon said: — I think you would have to conclude that this is a great wall. ("The Richard Nixon Freischütz Rag")