“…ignorant of all that man had ever thought or hoped, their minds burst open like flowers at the sunlight of a suggestion. They were quick to respond; plastic to a mould; and incapable of fatigue. Their faith in education was so full of pathos that one dared not ask them what they thought they could do with education when they got it.”

—  Henry Adams

The Education of Henry Adams (1907)

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journalist, historian, academic, novelist 1838–1918

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