ABSTRACT
AMIDST so many animated discussions about the re-education of Germany, I have in recent years felt sometimes a sharp prick of reminder about my own thorny task, the re-education of myself. That task is now upon me, and upon many others who during the past six years have seen much paper, but few books. With too little time to fill the great gaps in our reading and thought, we find ourselves of a sudden called upon to guide the reading and thought of others, young men and women whose exile from study has been far more drastic than our own.
