In January, 1975, my junior year in high school, I wrote a long (50 pages) paper on the life and death of Adolf Hitler. For me, at that time in my life, it was the most scholarly paper I had done (footnotes, full bibliography, etc.). My teacher said it did not deserve an A but something far higher, but an A was the best she could give. While working on the paper, I was not wise enough to realize that my thesis should have been the nagging impression that pestered me throughout the paper: that the two world wars were actually two acts of one event, with a long (20 year) intermission between. That would have been a better paper, as that statement would be a hypothesis, than the rote recitation of the events in the life of Hitler. But I was naive and inexperienced. However, I can, to this day, remember the thrill of that thought coming to me the first time, as if I had discovered something very unusual.
Act III - Peace?
I dreamed of it all my life. Awake, I watch war on the news and want to go back to sleep ~Allets~
Thanks.
In January, 1975, my junior year in high school, I wrote a long (50 pages) paper on the life and death of Adolf Hitler. For me, at that time in my life, it was the most scholarly paper I had done (footnotes, full bibliography, etc.). My teacher said it did not deserve an A but something far higher, but an A was the best she could give. While working on the paper, I was not wise enough to realize that my thesis should have been the nagging impression that pestered me throughout the paper: that the two world wars were actually two acts of one event, with a long (20 year) intermission between. That would have been a better paper, as that statement would be a hypothesis, than the rote recitation of the events in the life of Hitler. But I was naive and inexperienced. However, I can, to this day, remember the thrill of that thought coming to me the first time, as if I had discovered something very unusual.
Seryddwr