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The Young Cult Of Sociology, Needing A Language, Invented One. There Are Many Dead Languages, But The Sociologists' Is The Only Language That Was Dead At Birth.

A $10 Million Windfall? At Today's Prices, I'd Feel Almost As Rich As I Did One Day In 1936 When I Found A Dime On The Sidewalk And Blew The Whole Wad On 20 Mary Jane Candy Bars, A Box Of Jujubes, And A Double Feature.

It Is Safest To Shut Up And Pay, Which Is What I Shall Eventually Do, Though I Shall Hate Having To Sell The Children.

Don't Try To Make Children Grow Up To Be Like You, Or They May Do It.

Notice, For Example, That People Who Talk About "the Joys Of Childhood" Are Always Adults. Only An Adult, Utterly Remote From The Reality Of Childhood, Could Suppose It Is Time Of Joys.