When she told her French friends about it, they were amazed. ``You mean you don't want to fight the occupation of your country?'' She would have liked to tell them that behind Communism, Fascism, behind all occupations and invasions lurks a more basic, pervasive evil and that the image of that evil was a parade of people marching with raised fists and shouting identical syllables in unison. But she knew she would never be able to make them understand. Embarrassed, she changed the subject.
-- Milan Kundera, The Unbearable Lightness of Being