“unrest” of a nervous, hysterical proletariat. Begin to teach a child of five to “understand.” To understand the sun and moon and daisy and the secrets of procreation, bless your soul. Understanding all the way. — And when the child is twenty he’ll have a hysterical understanding of his own invented grievance, and there’s an end of him. Understanding is the devil.

A child mustn’t understand things. He must have them his own way. His vision isn’t ours. When a boy of eight sees a horse, he doesn’t see the correct biological object we intend him to see. He sees a big living presence of no particular shape with hair dangling from its neck and four legs. If he puts two eyes in the profile, he is quite right. Because he does not see with optical, photographic vision.