Word: neveral
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Dates: during 1940-1949
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...university administrator to fire a teacher for professional incompetence. Did Communist Party membership lead to that kind of incompetence-by imposing a party line where there should be freedom to inquire? That was a big issue in the Washington case. Now, it seemed, U.S. public opinion, which had never decided for sure what academic freedom consisted of, might have to chew on another: Does party-lining without membership in the party destroy that freedom...
...villagers of Minsk in Czarist Russia, little Morris Raphael Cohen seemed definitely feebleminded. He was painfully shy, so listless, awkward, and clumsy that neighbors called him Kalyé-keh (a colloquialism for half-wit). Only his mother really knew him. "Never mind," she would say when people taunted him. "Some day they will all be proud to have talked to my Meisheleh...
Morris Cohen had not gone far on his journey before he realized what his fate would be: he was a "stray dog" among philosophers, doomed to bite at many theories, but never to find one that answered all his questions. And so, he wrote, "I resigned myself to a position of skepticism towards all philosophical systems and system-builders." He refused to be one of the men & women who try to "remake God and the universe in their own images." His own plea to philosophers: "Why assume that where two philosophies differ one must be wrong? Two pictures...
When Morris Cohen resigned from C.C.N.Y. in 1938, he hoped to spend the last years of his life writing down all that he had learned on his journey. Though he wrote several books (Faith of a Liberal, A Preface to Logic, etc.), he never felt he had quite finished his task. Until his death, he was tortured by the books still unwritten, "haunted by the things . . . left unsaid." Actually, he knew that his books, like his teaching, would probably provide the world with no pat solutions. They could only underline his constant faith in "keeping the windows open...
...Rudyard Kipling was right about cats, the dawn-age original of The Cat That Walked by Himself had issued a declaration of independence that all descendants have observed since. But the cats' aloofness and self-reliance have never stopped some people from worshipping them, some people from boiling them in oil,** or generations of artists from trying to catch their inscrutable good looks...