The doctor noted a few particulars about my family, education, and life.
“Half Greek, half English, with a little Italian blood on your father’s side, born and brought up in France, and wedded to an Indian….If ever any one had the right to be an internationalist, it is undoubtedly you!”
“No,” said I:
“I am a nationalist of every Aryan country. It is not the same thing. […] What is an ‘internationalist’ ? A man who loves all nations as his own? No; but a fellow who loves only himself — and his lesser, his lower, his least valuable self at that; his dull amusements; his silly little hobbies — and who has discovered, in the empty phraseology of our decadent epoch, a marvelous excuse to live for nothing and to die for nobody. I am not — I never was —that! […] By the decree of a strange Destiny, I have experienced — lived — not one, but several nationalisms, unusual as this may be. All are alike — amazingly alike. And behind all, there is — and always was, from the very beginning — that insatiable yearning after the ideal beauty of my own race, on the physical and on all other planes; that worship of eternal Perfection in a perfect human élite, an élite ‘like unto the Gods’, to use an expression current in Homer.”
Savitri Devi’s answer to the mental doctor when she was arrested in Germany (”Defiance”, 1951)