I'm reading Anna Karenina now, and it's **all about** how bogus an assertion like this would be.
"And now I looked back on my need for a trophy case, on the desire to live by the standards of Saul Bellow, and I felt that this need was not an escape but fear again—fear that “they,” the alleged authors and heirs of the universe, were right."
They made us into a race. We made ourselves into a people.
But not all of us."