ABSTRACT
My one and only visit to the Museum of Religion was to take an American guest on a tour of those places in one’s home town which tend only to be visited on such hospitable occasions. The particular guest on that Saturday in June was Bruce Leslie, a close friend of forty years standing. I had often discussed with him writing a book about education, its singular empirical base being my own highly subjective, and inevitably biased, account of the educa - tional world.
