. . . You see you're dealing with men of thirteen years old
or thereabouts, the boy who doesn't grow up."
"But doesn't the law--?"
"There's no law. Only custom and the Turkish tax collector.
"You see this is what men are where there is no power, no
discipline, no ruler, no responsibility. This is a masterless
world. This is pure democracy. This is the natural state of men.
This is the world of the bully and the brigand and assassin, the
world of the mud-pelter and brawler, the world of the bent woman,
the world of the flea and the fly, the open drain and the baying
dog. This is what the British sentimentalist thinks a noble state
for men."
"They fight for freedom."
"They fight among each other. There are their private feuds and
their village feuds and above all that great feud religion. In
Albania there is only one religion and that is hate. But there are
three churches for the better cultivation of hate and cruelty, the
Latin, the Greek and the Mahometan."
"But no one has ever conquered these people."
"Any one could, the Servians, the Bulgarians, the Greeks, the
Italians, the Austrians.
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