“You’re such brutes – the whole lot of you...You damn everybody without even trying to understand: do you know who I am? It’s for your sake I deserted: I could perfectly well have stayed at home, where I’m well fed & warm & comfortable, with servants to wait on me, but I threw it all up for your sake. And you are being packed off to the slaughter, you don’t mind, you don’t lift a finger, a rifle is shoved into your hands & you think you’re heroes, & if anyone protests, you call him a plutocrat, a Fascist, & a coward, because he doesn’t do as everybody else does. I’m not a coward, that’s where you’re wrong. I’m not a Fascist, & it isn’t my fault if I’m rich. After all it’s much easier to be poor…I’m sick of the whole thing. I’m sick of all these people who pretend not to see me, or look down their noses at me – what right have they, I’d like to know?”
Jean- Paul Sartre
