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The excerpt represents the core issue or deciding factor on which you must meditate, and is drawn from A Treatise on Parents and Children by George Bernard Shaw: a school book, written by a man who cannot write: a book from which
no human being can learn anything: a book which, though you may
decipher it, you cannot in any fruitful sense read, though the
enforced attempt will make you loathe the sight of a book all the rest
of your life. With millions of acres of woods and valleys and hills
and wind and air and birds and streams and fishes and all sorts of
instructive and healthy things easily accessible, or with streets and
shop windows and crowds and vehicles and all sorts of city delights at
the door, you are forced to sit, not in a room with some human grace
and comfort or furniture and decoration, but in a stalled pound with a
lot of other children, beaten if you talk, beaten if you move, beaten
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