Quote by Aldous Huxley

One of the great attractions of patriotism it fulfills our worst wishes. In the person of our nation we are able, vicariously, to bully and cheat. Bully and cheat, what's more, with a feeling that we are profoundly virtuous.


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Summary

This quote highlights a dark aspect of patriotism by pointing out that it appeals to our baser instincts. It suggests that patriotism allows us to indulge in negative behaviors like bullying and cheating, all the while convincing ourselves that we are acting virtuously. By identifying with our nation, we find a way to justify and engage in actions that go against our moral compass, experiencing them through a distorted lens of righteousness. This perspective serves as a cautionary reminder to critically examine the motives behind our patriotic actions and ensure they align with genuine virtues.

By Aldous Huxley
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