Theories Are Just Fantasies. And They Change.

Men Under Stress Are Fools, And Fool Themselves.

In Other Centuries, Human Beings Wanted To Be Saved, Or Improved, Or Freed, Or Educated. But In Our Century, They Want To Be Entertained. The Great Fear Is Not Of Disease Or Death, But Of Boredom. A Sense Of Time On Our Hands, A Sense Of Nothing To Do. A Sense That We Are Not Amused.

Each Person Bears A Fear Which Is Special To Him. One Man Fears A Close Space And Another Man Fears Drowning; Each Laughs At The Other And Calls Him Stupid. Thus Fear Is Only A Preference, To Be Counted The Same As The Preference For One Woman Or Another, Or Mutton For Pig, Or Cabbage For Onion.

The Experience Of Climbing Kilimanjaro Affected Me So Powerfully That, For A Long Time Afterward, If I Caught Myself Saying, "i'm Not A Person Who Likes To Do That Activity, Eat That Food, Listen To That Music," I Would Automatically Go Out And Do What I Imagined I Didn't Like. Generally I Found I Was Wrong About Myself - I Liked What I Thought I Wouldn't Like. And Even If I Didn't Like The Particular Experience, I Learned I Liked Having New Experiences.

The Academic World Was Marching Toward Ever More Specialized Knowledge, Expressed In Ever More Dense Jargon.