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“We're used to it. Do we ever do anything else when there's a problem in the Third World and we want to have peace? No.
We pay. We grumble, but we pay. For the price of UNRWA rations and some WHO aspirin tablets, we get peace. And, admit it, it's cheap.
The lowest price for peace, a nice, quiet, lasting little peace that won't trouble our neighbors too much, isn't that what you want?"

“Does anyone seriously believe that the average Westerner, confronted with the world's great upheavals upon leaving his factory or office, was capable of anything more than a moment's pause in the monumental boredom of his daily routine?”

“If one wishes to understand Western opinion as regards the immigrant fleet or indeed anything else of a foreign nature, one essential fact must be borne in mind: that it did not give a damn about anything. Strange though it may seem, being informed about such things only increased its bottomless ignorance, spineless reactions, and crass vanity, to say nothing of the bad taste of its ever more sporadic outbursts.

“For grotesquerie is the only reasonable outcome when greatness is not recognized by all.
And what does it matter! The jesters were more intelligent than their kings. In this new world of swarthy kings, the white man will be the jester, that's all.”

“You Westerners, you should have held fast to your steely contempt. Maybe then you could have done something? And now you're dying of fear.
Something irreversible is in the works, and if we see it through to the end, you will have fully deserved it and no will put up a fight. Not even in your country, which just goes to prove how decadent you are."

“And to what do you bear witness? Your faith? Your religion? Your Christian civilization? No, none of that. You bear witness against yourselves, like the jaded Westerners you are.”

“All that while banking on the support of our good people, whose sympathies you've perverted, instilling in them some vague sense of guilt, just so you can twist their Christian charity to your own strange designs. Saddling our prosperous middle classes with degrading complexes...”

In reply: “"Neither proud of it nor aware of it," "That's the price of equality among men. And we'll gladly pay it."

“The man with nothing believes nothing certain: experience has taught him that it never is for him.
When luck evaporates, myth springs up to take its place. It is when all certainty is gone that hope swells.”