Can it be that there is not room for all men on this beautiful earth under these immeasurable starry heavens? Can it be possible that in the midst of this entrancing nature feelings of hatred, vengeance, or the desire to exterminate their fellows, can endure in the souls of men? All that is unkind in the hearts of men should, one would think, vanish at contact with Nature--that most direct expression of beauty and goodness.And, on understanding it:
Who will doubt that in the war...against the mountain-tribes, justice--resulting from a feeling of self-preservation--is on our side? Were it not for this war, what would secure the...territories from robbery, murder and raids by wild and warlike tribes? But consider two private persons. On whose side is the feeling of self-preservation and consequently of justice?
From The Raid, 1952
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