In The Modern World, We

The Important Thing About Travel In Foreign Lands Is That It Breaks The Speech Habits And Makes You Blab Less, And Breaks The Habitual Space-feeling Because Of Different Village Plans And Different Landscapes. It Is Less Important That There Are Different Mores, For You Counteract These With Your Own Reaction-formations.

To Translate, One Must Have A Style Of His Own, For The Translation Will Have No Rhythm Or Nuance, Which Come From The Process Of Artistically Thinking Through And Molding The Sentences; They Cannot Be Reconstituted By Piecemeal Imitation. The Problem Of Translation Is To Retreat To A Simpler Tenor Of One’s Own Style And Creatively Adjust This To One’s Author.

A Good Teacher Feels His Way, Looking For Response.

Not To Teach The Whole Curriculum Is To Give Up On The Whole Man.

In Our Truly Remarkable An Unexampled Civil Peace, Where There Are Rarely Fist Fights; Where No One Is Born, Is Gravely Ill, Or Dies; Where Meat Is Eaten But No One Sees An Animal Slaughtered; Where Scores Of Millions Of Cars, Trains, Elevators, And Airplanes Go Their Scheduled Way And There Is Rarely A Crash; Where An Immense Production Proceeds In Orderly Efficiency And The Shelves Are Duly Clears And Nevertheless None Of This Come To Joy Or Tragic Grief Or Any Other Final Good It Is Not Surprising If There Are Explosions.