Comment se fait-il, même, qu’il y ait eu des gens pour y croire ? Gordon haussa les épaules. — Ça s’appelait la technique du « gros mensonge », Johnny. Il suffit de donner l’impression qu’on sait de quoi on parle… de se contenter de citer des faits. Et puis de parler très vite. Tu entrelardes tes bobards de sorte qu’ils aient l’air de révéler l’existence d’un complot et tu martèles ça sur tous les tons. Ceux qui cherchent un prétexte, pour haïr ou pour mépriser – ceux qui ont un ego boursouflé, mais faible au fond –, s’empressent d’adopter ces explications toutes faites. Il ne leur vient pas à l’idée de soumettre la théorie à l’épreuve des faits. Hitler faisait ça très bien. Le Mystique de Leningrad aussi. Holn n’a été que leur brillant successeur dans l’art du « gros mensonge ».

humans wrestled endlessly with their own overpowering egos. Some tried suppressing selfness, seeking detachment. Others subsumed personal ambition in favor of a greater whole — family, religion, or a leader. Later they passed through a phase in which individualism was extolled as the highest virtue, teaching their young to inflate the ego beyond all natural limits or restraint.

It's how creativity works. Especially in humans. For every good idea, ten thousand idiotic ones must first be posed, sifted, tried out, and discarded. A mind that's afraid to toy with the ridiculous will never come up with the brilliantly original.

Self-righteousness is an especially heady condition that all of us have experienced at one time or another. Those who are honest will admit there is something sickly-sweet and alluring about knowing you are right, while others are terribly wrong.

On this occasion, despite the wind and sparkling stars, they looked just like huge chunks of stone, pathetically chiseled by desperate folk to resemble stern gods. People did bizarre things when they were afraid...as most men and women had been for nearly all the time since the species evolved.

And yet we’ve flashed from caveman to world wrecker in just three hundred generations. One moment there are these barefoot Neolithic hunters, bickering over a frozen caribou carcass. Turn around, and their children’s children talk about tapping energy from pulsars.

It’s said that ‘power corrupts,’ but actually it’s more true that power attracts the corruptible. The sane are usually attracted by other things than power. When they do act, they think of it as service, which has limits. The tyrant, though, seeks mastery, for which he is insatiable, implacable