In Praise of the Twenties
Everyone has a formative decade which he finds it forever impossible to escape. My own happened to coincide with the decade of the nineteen twenties, a time in which the individual, far from belonging to a “lost generation,” had everything going for him. Try as I might throughout the thirties and forties to adapt myself to a period of collectivist aims and varying types of group-think, I could never feel comfortable about it. I never felt good about life in America again until the fifties, when individualism—or voluntarism—again started to rear its head.




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