From: hjkhjkhd@hhhh.com   
      
   'For Mrs. Woolf, the man in uniform is inherently evil, whether the uniform   
   be that of the SS or the Great Western Railway, of the Gestapo or the   
   Metropolitan Police. There is no difference; it all leads to the same   
   calamity. Oddly enough, the one comparison that Mrs. Woolf does not make is   
   that between the Nazis' book-burning and her own proposal to burn down   
   colleges with libraries, replacing the old books with new ones. The Nazis,   
   too, were all in favor of new books. Had they ever occupied Britain, she   
   would have found common cause with them, since to her the culture and   
   intellectual freedom that the eminent peace-loving lawyer wants her to   
   protect are "rather abstract goddesses."   
      
   A person who believed that all the established institutions of her own   
   country were tyrannical, as tyrannical as those of the worst tyrannies ever   
   established in the history of the world, and who believed that all loyalty   
   to country or to anything other than one's own inner freedom was false, that   
   all uniforms were equally evil and therefore that there was nothing to   
   choose between them, that war on all occasions was a manifestation of male   
   psychopathology and the desire to dominate brought about by competitive   
   education, and that therefore there could be no such thing as a just war,   
   would have made a wonderful collaborator, ready with every sophistical   
   excuse to hand. She was most unlikely to be a furious defender of her   
   country against the foreign invader: Mrs. Woolf believed she had nothing to   
   defend, her life as the daughter of an educated man being already so   
   intolerable. When in 1936 a British Member of Parliament, Sir E. F.   
   Fletcher, "urged the House of Commons to stand up to dictators," Mrs. Woolf   
   saw not the desire to oppose radical evil but only "a desire for dominance,"   
   exactly analogous in her opinion (and here I can hardly refrain from   
   pointing out that I am rendering the literal truth of what she wrote) to the   
   demand of a husband, whose wife appeared in a Bristol court at the same time   
   as Fletcher made his speech, applying for financial support after she left   
   him because he had insisted that she address him as Sir and obey his every   
   command without delay. It was not even Hitler, nota bene, who was analogous   
   in Mrs. Woolf's mind to the domineering husband, but the man who proposed to   
   stand up to Hitler.'   
      
      
      
   http://www.city-journal.org/html/12_3_oh_to_be.html   
      
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