text:  residing in the minds of men as a primitive tradition. Is that what you want for the babies you have bouncing on your knee, dear father and grandfather? Will you wistfully speak to them of liberty as a memory, with a tear in your eye, as they ride around in Russian yugos, maybe, or wearing gray Mao jackets in North Korea, eating three gruel meals a day, afraid to criticize the government? Ah, this is approaching.