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Locke Had Illegitimately Selected Those Parts Of Man He Needed For His Social Contract And Suppressed All The Rest, A Theoretically Unsatisfactory Procedure And A Practically Costly One. The Bourgeois Is The Measure Of The Price Paid, He Who Most Of All Cannot Afford To Look To His Real Self, Who Denies The Existence Of The Thinly Boarded-over Basement In Him, Who Is Most Made Over For The Purposes Of A Society That Does Not Even Promise Him Perfection Or Salvation But Merely Buys Him Off.

Every Age Is Blind To Its Own Worst Madness.

This Nation's Impulse Is Toward The Future, And Tradition Seems More Of A Shackle To It Than An Inspiration.

As Western Nations Became More Prosperous, Leisure, Which Had Been Put Off For Several Centuries In Favor Of The Pursuit Of Property, The Means To Leisure, Finally Began To Be Of Primary Concern. But, In The Meantime, Any Notion Of The Serious Life Of Leisure, As Well As Men's Taste And Capacity To Live It, Had Disappeared.

Rock Gives Children, On A Silver Platter, With All The Public Authority Of The Entertainment Industry, Everything Their Parents Always Used To Tell Them They Had To Wait For Until They Grew Up And Would Understand Later.