Last year I was previewing a textbook that I was about to use in a Human Development course I was teaching. The book was the usual flamboyant montage of facts, grids, and pictures, but then I suddenly ran across a most unusual sentence. It read, ?As a folksinger once sang, how many roads must an individual walk down before you can call them an adult.? I was stupefied. — Bernard Chapin —The Language Police Live Inside of My Head (Strike the Root)
How many roads must a man walk down,
Before you can call him a man?
The question, my friends, offends tender minds.
The question offends tender minds.