It is ironic that once you endure education;a vapid, endless night of shrieking teachers, glum parental stares, idiotic ritual, soul-blasting assessments of ones gross inadequacy, the preposterous social fraud of high school, and hideous, rictus-grin nostrums of "maybe better next year eh?"; to come out at the end, (all important academic record fit for TP, better lied about and hidden), to realize that without school, learning is actually rather easy; to assume on no prior authority or experience that one is worth more than a slice of wet toast; to teach oneself, and so one does slowly and then reads lots of books and so finally is able to read this one. And realize that educated people have been pointing out educations flaws for decades and nothing gets done.How pointless the whole pile dung is. For the sake of some lack of imagination, one is obliged to be educated in this shocking way. 12-16 miserable years of it. I knew no other life than that! And in the end, it turns out everyone knows how inane it is. Its like prison; no one likes it but it is supposed that it serves some purpose; what that purpose might be... well they are working on it. But everyone had better just keep going to school in case hell freezes over or the sun falls out of the sky.