ABSTRACT
I am not a professional sociologist, nor even a self-proclaimed one. The nearest legitimate entitlement I can make is that Hannah Arendt’s The Origins of Totalitarianism has been, together with Veblen’s economics, first a formative, and since then a lasting influence upon my adult life. I suppose, too, I can claim that anyone who writes about real people-as has always been my intention-becomes a sociol ogist of sorts. My relationship with Irving Louis Horowitz has been based upon friendship and upon his being the pub lisher (at Transaction) of myself as a writer. But I have not been unaware of his own personal distinction as both sociologist and writer; and if this is not unique for a pub lisher, it is nevertheless rare.
