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I Have Never Said That Human Society Ought To Be Aristocratic, But A Great Deal More Than That. What I Have Said, And Still Believe With Ever-increasing Conviction, Is That Human Society Is Always, Whether It Will Or No, Aristocratic By Its Very Essence, To The Extreme That It Is A Society In The Measure That It Is Aristocratic, And Ceases To Be Such When It Ceases To Be Aristocratic. Of Course I Am Speaking Now Of Society And Not Of The State.

-Jose Ortega Y Gasset

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I Have Never Said That Human Society Ought To Be Aristocratic, But A Great Deal More Than That. What I Have Said, And Still Believe With Ever-increasing Conviction, Is That Human Society Is Always, Whether It Will Or No, Aristocratic By Its Very Essence, To The Extreme That It Is A Society In The Measure That It Is Aristocratic, And Ceases To Be Such When It Ceases To Be Aristocratic. Of Course I Am Speaking Now Of Society And Not Of The State.

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