Only A Great Mind That

The Book, Like The Bicycle, Is A Perfect Form.

On Reflection, Moral Judgment In The Arts Appears Rather As A Tribute To Their Power To Influence Emotion And Possibly Conduct. And Reflecting Further On What Some Critics Do Today, One Sees That A Good Many Have Merely Shifted The Ground Of Their Moralism, Transferring Their Impulse Of Righteousness To Politics And Social Issues.

The Truth Is, When All Is Said And Done, One Does Not Teach A Subject, One Teaches A Student How To Learn It.

Simple English Is No One’s Mother Tongue. It Has To Be Worked For.

The Nation In Arms Is Virtually A Communist State: The People Must Be Paid Wages And Fed And Protected And Regimented Behind The Lines As Much As On The Front. Minds Must Be Kept Loyal And At The Right Pitch Of Hate, So That Successive Drafts Of Fighters Are Accepted Without Murmurings. Letters And Newspapers Must Be Censored While The Propaganda Mill Grinds On. As For Decisions Of Strategy And Overall Command, They Must Please Many Masters: Dissenters In The Cabinet, The Heads Of The Allied States And Public Opinion. Hence Failures Must Be Disguised Or Concealed.