“But there are some things worth dying for,” I said rather smugly, confident that no one would actually expect me to die before the streetcar came this morning.
“That there are some things worth dying for,” said Mr. Magundi, “is the axiom of every true patriot, and perhaps every true humanitarian. But it does not follow as a necessary corollary that there are some things worth killing for. We mix up those two ideas, but they are quite distinct. Both statements may be true; both may be false; one may be true and the other false. But they are not the same thing.”