Men love war because it allows them to look serious. Because it is the one thing that stops women laughing at them.

An answer is always a form of death.

So I felt this burning summer. In form I might
belong to humankind; in reality I seemed one of a
ravenous self-destroying horde of rats.
I am glad there is no God. If there were,
I cannot imagine that we rampant, myopic, and
insatiably self-centred creatures should
be allowed to survive a single day more

Men love war because it allows them to look serious. Because they imagine it is the only thing that stops women laughing at them. In it they can reduce women to the status of objects. That is the great distinction between the sexes. Men see objects, women see relationships between objects. Whether the objects need each other, love each other, match each other. It is an extra dimension of feeling we men are without and one that makes war abhorrent to all real women - and absurd. I will tell you what war is. War is a psychosis caused by an inability to see relationships.

That is the great distinction between the sexes. Men see objects, women see the relationships between objects.

It doesn't make a damned bit of difference who wins the war to someone who's dead.