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Each Day Men Sell Little Pieces If Themselves In Order To Try To Buy Then Back Each Night And Weekend.

Neither The Life Of An Individual Nor The History Of A Society Can Be Understood Without Understanding Both.

To Say That You Can 'have Experience,' Means, For One Thing, That Your Past Plays Into And Affects Your Present, And That It Defines Your Capacity For Future Experience. As A Social Scientist, You Have To Control This Rather Elaborate Interplay, To Capture What You Experience And Sort It Out; Only In This Way Can You Hope To Use It To Guide And Test Your Reflection, And In The Process Shape Yourself As An Intellectual Craftsman

What Ordinary Men Are Directly Aware Of And What They Try To Do Are Bounded By The Private Orbits In Which They Live; Their Visions And Their Powers Are Limited.

The Point Is That We Are Among Those Who Cannot Get Their Mouths Around All The Little Yeses That Add Up To Tacit Acceptance Of A World Run By Crackpot Realists And Subject To Blind Drift. And That, You See, Is Something To Which We Do Belong; We Belong To Those Who Are Still Capable Of Personally Rejecting. Our Minds Are Not Yet Captive.