He turned and gazed out the window. A large sign was affixed to an airplane hangar across the tarmac. It read PATRIA ES HUMANIDAD. An internationalist assertion -- the only real nation is humanity.
"I think that's so lovely," Farmer said.
"I don't know, " I said. "It seems like a slogan to me."
He looked away. "I guess you're right."
I felt as though I'd punched him. Among a coward's weapons, cynicism is the nastiest of all. "No, it is lovely," I muttered. "If it's really meant."
p. 209, Mountains Beyond Mountains, Tracy Kidder, Dec. 2010
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