Or how about this?
"It is a durable, ubiquitous, specious metaphor, that one about "the veneer of civilization" hiding the nobler reality beneath. It can conceal a dozen fallacies at once. One of the most dangerous is the implication that civilization, being artificial, is unnatural: that it is the opposite of primitiveness... Of course there is no veneer, the process is one of growth, and primitiveness and civilization are degrees of the same thing. If civilization has an opposite, it is war. Of those two things you have either one or the other. Not both. It seemed to me as I listened to Tibe's dull fierce speeches that what he sought to do by fear and persuasion was to force his people to change a choice they had made before their history began, the choice between those opposites." (From 'The Left hand of Darkness' by Ursula K. LeGuin, which I'm reading, in the Dungeon, as the fifth child this month glancing up at the flickering mortuary photograph of Ripper victim Annie Chapman turns excitedly to his mother and whispers "Look, it's Harry Redknapp!")
Anyway can somebody please arrest everyone involved now? Cheers! (: ?@