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    nt the rest of her day clinging tightly to her infant.  She could not

    gather as much food as she needed for herself and her baby.  She was

    too preoccupied with protecting her offspring from an unforeseen

    attack.  Her child wriggled impatiently in her arms.  Further research

    suggested that it wanted to go off on its own and have a good time.

    But this was one baby which would never have the freedom to run and

    play.  It would never be able to wrestle and roll about with the children

    of the more dominant females.  It would never experience that easy

    social access which leads to self-confidence and a quick mind among

    baboons.  Ultimately, it--like its mother before it--would live its adult

    years on the bottom of the social pile.

    The baboon's mother was forced to smother it overprotectively

    simply to ensure that it survived.  For among baboons, the babies of

    the dispossessed have an omnipresent mortal enemy: the females of the

    tribe.31

    Let's be blunt.  It is useless for women to blame violence on men.

    And it would be futile for men to blame violence on women.  Violence

    is built into both of us.  When Margaret Thatcher constructed a nuclear

    navy, she was not behaving in a manner distinctly male, nor was she

    behaving in a manner distinctly female.  She wasn't even obeying a set

    of impulses that are uniquely human.  Thatcher, like Rome's Livia, was

    in the grip of simple passions we share with gorillas and baboons,

    passions implanted in the primordial layers of the triune brain.

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