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In A World That Holds Books And Babies And Canyon Trails, Why Should One Condemn Oneself To Live Day-in, Day-out With People One Does Not Like, And Sell Oneself To Chaperone And Correct Them?

In A Day Of Footloose Movements Of People And Of Mixed Marriages In The Ancestry Of The Most Desirable Elements Of The Community We Preach Unabashed The Gospel Of The Pure Race.

The Japanese Are, To The Highest Degree, Both Aggressive And Unaggressive, Both Militaristic And Aesthetic, Both Insolent And Polite, Rigid And Adaptable, Submissive And Resentful Of Being Pushed Around, Loyal And Treacherous, Brave And Timid, Conservative And Hospitable To New Ways.

Most People Are Shaped To The Form Of Their Culture Because Of The Enormous Malleability Of Their Original Endowment. They Are Plastic To The Moulding Force Of The Society Into Which They Are Born. It Does Not Matter Whether, With The Northwest Coast, It Requires Delusions Of Self-reference, Or With Our Own Civilization The Amassing Of Possessions. In Any Case The Great Mass Of Individuals Take Quite Readily The Form That Is Presented To Them.

No Man Ever Looks At The World With Pristine Eyes. He Sees It Edited By A Definite Set Of Customs And Institutions And Ways Of Thinking.