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Americans Ought To Be The Best-traveled, Most Cosmopolitan People On Earth, Not Only Because Experience Of The World Is Desirable In Its Own Right, But Because As A People Acquires A Great Concentration Of Power, Worldliness Becomes A Moral Imperative.

As A General Rule, Fans And Idols Should Always Be Kept At Arm's Length, The Length Of The Arm To Be Proportionate To The Degree Of Sheer Idolatry Involved. Don't Take A Beatle To Lunch. Don't Wait Up To See If The Easter Bunny Is Real. Just Enjoy The Egg Hunt.

Rome's Riches Are In Too Immediate Juxtaposition. Under The Lid Of Awful August Heat, One Moves Dizzily From Church To Palace To Fountain To Ruin, A Single Fly At A Banquet, Not Knowing Where To Light.

At Gatling-gun Tempo Word-perfect The First Time Out. The Journalistic Equivalent Of A High-wire Front Somersault Without A Net.

Ours Is The First Society In History In Which Parents Expect To Learn From Their Children, Rather Than The Other Way Around. Such A Topsy-turvy Situation Has Come About At Least In Part Because, Unlike The Rest Of The World, We Are An Immigrant Society, And For Immigrants The Only Hope Is In The Kids.