The friendly, English-speaking extraterrestrial you run into outside your house is asking you to recommend the one book, movie, or song that explains what humans are all about. What do you pick?
Animal Farm. We show feigned solidarity, during troubled times. However, the deep fissures, throughout our social-racial-beauty class systems, expose our true motives and the desire to obtain them, by any means necessary.
The “successful” animals go on to star in Lord of the Flies. (Those books run so parallel they could be a pair of skis.)