The names of the founders of Scientific Socialism are not used very often in Yugoslavia. They have been assimilated pure and simple. Everyone knows these names, but they are of practically no value in quotidian affairs. Marx and Engels Square in the center of Belgrade, for instance, is just that—a mere square. Its name does not have a specific meaning. It is just a name, an address, or a location among locations. The two great men have thus become blurred and indistinct. I can illustrate this contention with two stories, both of which are otherwise quite unremarkable and barely amusing. The first story is connected in my mind with the confusion of my freshman year in the Department of Architecture at the University of Belgrade. During the first examination period, in January of 1965, when most of the students had not yet learned how to cheat and get away with it, our professor of political economy interrupted her proctoring duties to tell us, with haughty indignation, that a fellow student just asked her to help him disentangle the last name from the first name of this great man: “Which is his last name,” he said, “is it Marx, or is it Engels?” The student presumably knew everything else there was to know about political economy, as his essay was already finished. Most of us laughed, as though this was funny. And the second story is connected with the first apartment in Cambridge, Massachusetts, where my wife and I lived from September 1970 to August 1975, during my graduate studies. Sometime in this period we sent a batch of our photographs to my parents. A portion of those was taken in our apartment. When my mother showed them to my aunt, she exclaimed with unguarded surprise: “Look, they have Marx and Engels on the wall!” She pointed at the portrait of Marx between our grinning faces—pink and pink against a white Cambridge wall and a gray poster purchased in London one summer. “But this is Marx,” objected my mother, “where do you see Engels?” Her sister was irritated by the misplaced precision: “That’s how people say it!” It is truly wonderful how rapidly people assimilate their heritage—along the path of minimum resistance.