Almost, he could look down like a released spirit at his skinny, bespectacled self stretched on the chair and Ottoman and feel sorry for the clever chap whose future might be sacrificed for the goddamned Jews. How could he help it? He was a human being and he was sane. If a sane man who knew about this insane thing didn't fight it, there was not much hope for the race of man was there?
—Leslie Slote deciding to be a hero and not liking it one bit, War and Remembrance by Hermann Wouk.