Matthew takes a nibble at the worm on my hook *grin*:
>Ok, Kelley. Here's your new quiz. Again, guess the author.
ok, Matthew, no more demonstrations of my amazing *hack* research skills
until i know if it's in my self-interest to do so. particularly, since
somebody owes me a $100 bottle of scotch. lagavullan or somesuch. i
wouldn't know. i drink the swill unless i happen to be employed by an
establishment that let's me drink the good stuff for free just to shut me
up, the manifest function of such a practice. the latent function, of
course, is to pacify workers by enabling them to engage in the small
pleasures of imagining they expropriate the expropriators by drinking up
their profits. just between you 'n' me, the offender who...errr...welched
on the bet? his initials are max. in other words, i'd would like to know
what the prize is. better yet, how will i know if you are good for
it? huh? hmmmmm. i am afraid that the economistas need the sociologists
who spoke about the non-rational foundations of the contract and the market.
seriously, j.s. mill's foward to political economy.
smooches,
kelley
>"I confess I am not charmed with the ideal of life held out by those who think
>that the normal state of human beings is that of struggling to
>get on; that the trampling, crushing, elbowing, and treading on
>each other's heels, which form the existing type of social life,
>are the most desirable lot of human kind, or anything but the
>disagreeable symptoms of one of the phases of industrial
>progress...[T]he best state for human nature is that in which, while no one is
>poor, no one desires to be richer, nor has any reason to fear being thrust
>back,
>by the efforts of others to push themselves forward...
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