In the essay, Havel imagines a grocer hanging a "Workers of the World, Unite!"
It did not particularly appeal to Havel, who was spending the week at Hrádeček.
Havel, whose funeral is Friday, was an unlikely world leader.
Excerpted from Havel: A Life by Nichael Zantovsky; used with the permission of the publisher, Grove Atlantic, Inc.
They are gazing on with some measure of admiration as Havel speaks, wearing a parka, on the way from prison to the palace.
Both Wyn and Mrs. Havel–the bravest of the seven gathered in the big tent–were frightened by this awful shock.
"Your man, that M'sieu' Havel, has rode on; I am to drive," he said.
Suddenly she darted away, found Havel the faithful servant in the passage, and brought him swiftly to the door.
"He is not dead, dear mine," said she in a low voice, feeling Havel's heart.
The palace lies at the extreme end of the park, on a pretty lake formed by the river Havel.