Dos párrafos del discurso
de Mario Vargas Llosa en el acto de entrega del Premio Nobel de Literatura en
diciembre de 2010
I despise
every form of nationalism, a provincial ideology – or rather, religion – that
is short-sighted, exclusive, that cuts off the intellectual horizon and hides
in its bosom ethnic and racist prejudices, for it transforms into a supreme
value, a moral and ontological privilege, the fortuitous circumstance of one’s
birthplace. Along with religion, nationalism has been the cause of the worst
slaughters in history, like those in the two world wars and the current
bloodletting in the Middle East. Nothing has contributed as much as nationalism
to Latin America’s having been Balkanized and stained with blood in senseless
battles and disputes, squandering astronomical resources to purchase weapons
instead of building schools, libraries, and hospitals.