Despite the horror, we survivors were endowed with a will to survive. Or instinct. Or maybe it was faith.
What we call patriotism, in other words, is a calculable force which, released by a predictable situation, will animate man in a manner no different from other territorial species.
The Territorial Imperative: A Personal Inquiry Into the Animal Origins of Property and Nations
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What we call patriotism, in other words, is a calculable force which, released by a predictable situation, will animate man in a manner no different from other territorial species.
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