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Brain-washing Starts In The Cradle.

In The Pun, Two Strings Of Thought Are Tangled Into One Acoustic Knot.

Innovation Is A Twofold Threat To Academic Mediocrities: It Endangers Their Oracular Authority, And It Evokes The Deeper Fear That Their Whole, Laboriously Constructed Intellectual Edifice Might Collapse.

The Inner Defenses Are Unconscious. They Consist Of A Kind Of Magic Aura Which The Mind Builds Around Cherished Belief. Arguments Which Penetrate Into The Magic Aura Are Not Dealt With Rationally But By A Specific Type Of Pseudo-reasoning. Absurdities And Contradictions Are Made Acceptable By Specious Rationalizations.

Without The Hard Little Bits Of Marble Which Are Called 'facts' Or 'data' One Cannot Compose A Mosaic; What Matters, However, Are Not So Much The Individual Bits, But The Successive Patterns Into Which You Arrange Them, Then Break Them Up And Rearrange Them.