“All those gentleman and ladies and boys and girls sitting at tables in that café—they were right, unquestionably right. As they talked, they became more and more certain of how right they were. And their certainty about being right was built on ridicule, devastation, and scorn for other people. The more they talked, the more they were right, the more their rightness demanded its tribute of words, threats, and gestures. As that tribute piled up, all the others, those who were in the wrong, became increasingly alone and unhappy. I looked out the window, across the street, and I saw other people sitting in other cafes: they were right, too. This immense, single-minded rightness had split the world into two camps: those who had right on their sides (which is to say, everyone), and the others (which is to say, again, everyone).
What about me? I knew for sure that I wasn’t right. What was I going to do?”

-Margherita Dolce Vita

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