Bernard-Henri Lévy

The bell tolls for us in Kabul

Some events are like this. They creep up like a stalking wolf. Or, as Nietzsche put it, on doves’ feet. We don’t hear them coming and need a third ear to make out, behind the ‘still, small voice’, the echo of the explosion. It happened at Leuctra, in Boeotia, on that day in the 4th