It is a durable, ubiquitous, specious metaphor, that one about veneer {or paint, or pliofilm, or whatever} hiding the nobler reality beneath. It can conceal a dozen fallacies at once. One of the most dangerous is the implication that civilization, being artificial, is unnatural: that it is the opposite of primitiveness. . . . Of course there is no veneer, the process is one of growth, and primitiveness and civilization are degrees of the same thing. If civilization has an opposite, it is war. Of those two things, you have either one, or the other. Not both. It
( Ursula K. Le Guin )
[ The Left Hand of Darkness ]
www.QuoteSweet.com