One theory is that we will make war look so attractive that we undermine the deterrent. That's Never Never Land. What we have now would have been enough to deter Hitler. But we are talking in a different order of reality.
Interpretation
The quote reflects on the dangers of romanticizing war, suggesting that it may diminish the effectiveness of deterrence.
Henry A. Kissinger's quote critiques the notion that making war seem appealing could erode its deterrent effect. He draws a comparison to historical contexts, arguing that the current situation is fundamentally different from past realities, such as the deterrence seen during Hitler's time, indicating that how society perceives war has significant implications for international relations and peace.
In practice
This quote can be used in a debate on military strategy to emphasize the risks of glorifying war.
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It was a Greek tragedy. Nixon was fulfilling his own nature. Once it started it could not end otherwise.
The absence of alternatives clears the mind marvelously.
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What political leaders decide, intelligence services tend to seek to justify.
The engineers of the future will be poets.
God is subtle but he is not malicious.
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I sat in the gradually chilling room, thinking of my whole past the way a drowning man is supposed to, and it seemed part of the present, part of the gray cold and the beggar woman without a face and the moulting birds frozen to their own filth in the Orangerie. I know now I was in the throes of some small glandular crisis, a sublimated bilious attack, a flick from the whip of melancholia, but then it was terrifying...nameless...
Literary critics, however, frequently suffer from a curious belief that every author longs to extend the boundaries of literary art, wants to explore new dimensions of the human spirit, and if he doesn't, he should be ashamed of himself.
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