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Title: Why Men Fight: A method of abolishing the international duel

Author: Bertrand Russell


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Language: English

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WHY MEN FIGHT

A METHOD OF ABOLISHING
THE INTERNATIONAL DUEL

BY
BERTRAND RUSSELL, M.A., F.R.S.

Sometime Fellow and Lecturer in Trinity College, Cambridge

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NEW YORK
THE CENTURY CO.
1920


Copyright, 1916, by
The Century Co.

Published, January, 1917


Le souffle, le rhythme, la vraie force populaire manqua à la réaction. Elle eut les rois, les trésors, les armées; elle écrasa les peuples, mais elle resta muette. Elle tua en silence; elle ne put parler qu’avec le canon sur ses horribles champs de bataille.... Tuer quinze millions d’hommes par la faim et l’épée, à la bonne heure, cela se peut. Mais faire un petit chant, un air aimé de tous, voilà ce que nulle machination ne donnera.... Don réservé, béni.... Ce chant peut-être à l’aube jaillira d’un cœur simple, ou l’alouette le trouvera en montant au soleil, de son sillon d’avril.

Michelet.