Therefore, dear David, please move your camp to different valleys every night, like Persian poets constantly changing their rhymes to dodge censorship. Every gunshot you fire in the Caucasus increases the stakes in debates within the London Parliament Hall; and each night you pass safely is the loudest slap in the face of those who claim "barbarians deserve to be civilized."
You might have noticed, enclosed with this letter is an iron box containing a copper shell of a new revolver. Please give it to your most trusted Chechen elder—this is not a symbol of slaughter, but a seed of freedom. I have made a verbal agreement with Mr. Samuel Colt, head of the father-son Colt Arms Company, and if necessary, we can ship out a hundred such firearms from Liverpool each month, along with the mold-cast lead bullet tools, etc.
