The few selections below are offered as a specimen page of a little book which I have in course of preparation.
Every man has somewhere in the back of his head the wreck of a thing which he calls his education. My book is intended to embody in concise form these remnants of early instruction.
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I was waiting for my coke dealer in a beautiful park in Timișoara when a man jumped from a nearby bush and took a seat right next to me on the bench.
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Order.
There’s none of it at elite universities across America, where students are protesting Israel’s war against Gaza through disturbing chants, violence, and destruction.
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The nature of our intellect is such that ideas are said to spring by abstraction from observations, so that the latter are in existence before the former. If this is really what takes place, as is the case with a man who has merely his own experience as his teacher and book, he knows quite well which of his observations belong to and are represented by each of his ideas; he is perfectly acquainted with both, and accordingly he treats everything correctly that comes before his notice. We might call this the natural mode of education.
(more…)I would have slapped the shit out of this dumb nigga if I would have been there.
What a fucking disgrace. MIT is a joke.
Looking over my own school days, there are so many things that I would rather not tell, that it will take very little time and space for me to use in telling what I am willing that the carping public should know about my early history.
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