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Real Unity Tolerates Dissent And Rejoices In Variety Of Outlook And Tradition, Recognizes That It Is Man's Destiny To Unite And Not Divide, And Understands That Creating Proletariats And Scapegoats And Second-class Citizens Is A Mean And Contemptible Activity.

A Reader Who Quarrels With Postulates, Who Dislikes Hamlet Because He Does Not Believe That There Are Ghosts Or That People Speak In Pentameters, Clearly Has No Business In Literature. He Cannot Distinguish Fiction From Fact, And Belongs In The Same Category As The People Who Send Checks To Radio Stations For The Relief Of Suffering Heroines In Soap Operas.

I Don't See How The Study Of Language And Literature Can Be Separated From The Question Of Free Speech, Which We All Know Is Fundamental To Our Society.

Work, As We Usually Think Of It, Is Energy Expended For A Further End In View; Play Is Energy Expended For Its Own Sake, As With Children's Play, Or As Manifestation Of The End Or Goal Of Work, As In "playing" Chess Or The Piano. Play In This Sense, Then, Is The Fulfillment Of Work, The Exhibition Of What The Work Has Been Done For.

Just As A New Scientific Discovery Manifests Something That Was Already Latent In The Order Of Nature, And At The Same Time Is Logically Related To The Total Structure Of The Existing Science, So The New Poem Manifests Something That Was Already Latent In The Order Of Words.