Word: sayed
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Dates: during 1930-1939
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...say that modern life is a very complex affair is even more true than it is platitudinous. This complexity has confounded governments when they have attempted to regulate human relations. It has also confounded scholars and professors. So vast is the mass of knowledge today that no one dares to face the whole of it; and the result is that scholars have taken refuge in specialization. More and more have they drawn into their tight little corners of specific knowledge, completely curtained off from the rest of the room...
...among educators of late--a common conviction which has almost assumed the proportions of a trend--that this process has exceeded its proper limits. Even Mr. Hutchins and Mr. Conant, who are more comfortable glaring at each other across a ring, stand united on this point. Specialization, so they say, has gone too far when each separate field loses its meaning. Scholars have lost the true perspective; they no longer perceive the vital relations between the individual branches of learning. Education has become a meaningless chaos of information...
TIME does not make clear whether it is expressing editorial opinion or quoting Harvard's eminent Conant when it says, "teaching attracts a less able group than any other profession," teachers know too little about their subject matter, too little about children, too little about social conditions, and teachers "don't like children." TIME views as "alarming" the state of ignorance of America's million teachers, condescendingly admits that teaching "is an honorable profession" (as though anyone doubted it) and goes on to say that the 100,000 youngsters who begin preparation for teaching each year...
Strength already flowed back to him as he watched his Martini being mixed. The bartender slid the glass towards him, then drew it back and whistled between his teeth. "Say, you're a student, ain't you?" The question upset the proctor. He thought of the pile of unread books on his desk and nodded. "Too bad, too bad," the bartender commented sadly. "We can't serve drinks to students. Company rules, you know...
...proctor winced but answered as brittley as possible. "I say, I'm not really a student. An undergraduate, that is. I live with them . . . a supervisor . . . you know, to see that everything goes right. Come, come, old man, I'm awfully thirsty...