Look at you weasel and worm your way around reality. You asked for the citation and you got it.

In fact, it appears to be this time again:

At that time I was still naive enough to try to make clear to them the madness of their ideas; in my small circle I talked until my tongue was weary and till my throat was hoarse, and I thought I could succeed in convincing them of the destructiveness of their Marxist doctrine of irrationality; but the result was contrary. It seemed as though the increasing realization of the destructive influence of Social Democratic theories would serve only to strengthen their determination.

The more I argued with Tony, the more I got to know his dialectics. First he counted on the ignorance of his adversary; then, when there was no way out, he himself pretended stupidity. If all this was of no avail, he refused to understand or he changed the subject when driven into a corner; he brought up truisms, but he immediately transferred their acceptance to quite different subjects, and, if attacked again, he gave way and pretended to know nothing exactly. Wherever one attacked one of these prophets, one's hands seized slimy jelly; it slipped through one's fingers only to collect again in the next moment. If one smote one of them so thoroughly that, with the bystanders watching, he could but agree, and if one thus thought he had advanced at least one step, one was greatly astonished the following day. Antonio did not in the least remember the day before, he continued to talk in the same old strain as if nothing had happened, and if indignantly confronted, he pretended to be astonished and could not remember anything except that his assertions had already been proved true the day before.

Often I was stunned. One did not know what to admire more: his glibness of tongue or his skill in lying.

I gradually began to hate him.