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“If gazelles had a religion and the lion was their god they could, in order to appease his appetite, voluntarily surrender one of their number to him. This is exactly what happens among men: religious sacrifice springs from a state of crowd fear. It serves to halt the pursuit and, for a while, stil the hunger of the hostile power.”

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Crowds and Power

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Elias Canetti

Elias Canetti, born on July 25, 1905 and died on August 14, 1994, was a renowned novelist from Bulgaria. His works are known for their unique narrative style and profound insights into human nature. more

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