So Be It!nHow gratifying it is to quotenthe New York Times BooknReview without rancor and withnappreciation. And we have anvague feeling that a suspicion wenhave cautiously voiced in thesenpages for so long has finallynfound its way even into thenminds and editorial offices onnWest 43rd Street:n”One of the saddest thingsnabout psychology today isnthat so many of its betternminds are forced to copenwith the cant, error andnfalsehood generated by thendiscipline itself. In the introductionnto this excellentnbook, Robert May tells usnthat one of his themes willnbe ‘that there are significantnpsychological differencesnbetween the sexes,nand that these differencesnare worth thinking about.’nHe goes on to note, somewhatnruefully, that thoughnthis would seem to be a mildnenough point, even to raisenthe question these days is tonbe thought ‘at best meanspiritednand at worst a reac^ntionary bigot.'”nWhere Do They Stand?nThe Village Voice, the Manhattan-basednorgan of massageparlornethics, lately unveiled itsnagricultural program in an articlenentitled “Free the Farmer”:n”Farmers should becomenemployees of the government,nfederal and local.nThis is not advocacy of thencollective farms of thenUkraine, but acknowledge­nLiberal Culturen42inChronicles of Culturenment of the fact that farmersnserve an essential publicnneed, are (and have been)noppressed in the performancenof that function by thenprivate interests which innfact control their destiny.”nThe Voice also expresses itsnconcern for the disposal of ournperennial surplus of grain. Nonneed to worry, once the Voice’snexperts on social paradise attainnpower and put the brilliantntheories above into operation.n”What Is This ThingnCalled Love ?’nIt took “six years of research”—accordingnto the ChicagonTribune, which reported itnwith admiration—for Ms. DorothynTennov, a behavioral psychologistnwith the University ofnBridgeport in Connecticut, tonfind out what makes a male ornfemale of mating age “tremble,”n”feel hot,” “feel weak,” “looknpale,” have an unreliable stomachnand experience “heart palpitation.”nShe discovered that it isn”limerence” (a word of her ownncoinage, a substitute for infatuation),na phenomenon worthy ofnprotracted study, scientific treatises,nacademic fellowships,ngovernment grants and the writingnof books. She doesn’t thinknthose six years were wasted.nAfter all, she has come up withnsome momentous revelations:n”When it occurs, it occurs in thensame way to both men andnwomen.”nPoor Cole Porter, Billie Holidaynand Lena Home. To singnabout such a complex and impenetrablepsychosociobehavior-nal problem they had only tmonwords—“thing” and “love”—atntheir disposal.nInstant MartyrdomnA certain Professor ThomasnSheehan, in the pages of thenNew YorkReview of Books, describesnthe Sacred Congregationnfor the Doctrine of Faith undernPope John Paul II as follows:n”This is the group whosenpredecessors had GiordanonBruno burned at the staken.. . and… later managed tonconvince Galileo that prudencenand a longer life laynon the side of a geocentricnmodel of the universe.nAlthough papally mandatednexecutions have been outlawednin Italy since 1870, itnseems that the spirit of thenInquisition is a gift thatngoes on giving.”nThe sinister misgivings ofnProf. Sheehan are prompted bynthe Vatican’s discipline of twonCatholic theologians accused ofnteaching doctrine contrary tonthat of the Roman CatholicnChurch. They question the divinitynof Christ, central to everynChristian religion on earth.nThese theologians were notnburned at the stake, defrocked orneven excommunicated; and onlynone was stripped of his privilegenof teaching theology. Wensomehow do not see either ofnthem on their way to martyrdom.nClassicism & SnobbishnessnWhatever respect and esteemnwe might have had for Prof. Dr.nArthur Schlesinger, Jr.—an advisernto presidents and presidentialnhopefuls, Manhattan’snshining beacon of charm andnscholarship — they suffered ansevere setback when we read ofnhis feelings about Winnie-the-nPooh. He dislikes the story, itsnnnauthor and Pooh himself, Mr.nSchlesinger quotes C.S. Lewis:n”No book is really worth readingnat the age of 10 which is notnequally (and often far more)nworth reading at the age ofn50 … ” and concludes: “I foundnit [ Winnie-the-Pooh] even morenunendurable today in its archnessnand snobbishness.”nWell, what can one say.’ NeithernMr.’ Milne nor Pooh arenexactly personae inclined toncome up with a strong word inndefense of their good names. Butnwith Eeyore — that’s anothernstory. As it has stood for so longnin print, for the edification ofnboth young and old:n”Eeyore, the old grey donkey,nstood by the side of thenstream, and looked at himselfnin the water.n’Pathetic,’ he said. ‘That’snwhat it is. Pathetic.'”nThat’s what he said.nBusiness as UnusualnWhat does one read these daysnin the “Business Day” section ofnthe most venerable of newspapers?nCond^ Nast, the giantnpublisher of Vogue, Mademoiselle,nGlamour, House & Garden,netc., which claims a totalnreadership of 26 million, advertisesnin the New York Times itsnrecipe for life to be promoted innthe 80’s:n”I want a girl just like thengirl who divorced dear oldndad.”nThe pun is good, the prescriptionnlousy—at least to our mind. IfnConde Nast believes it to be anmoney-making opportunity,nthen its social conscience stinks.nAfter all, some of those 26 millionnmushy minds that see innVogue a glamorous existencenmay take that advertising techniquenas good advice.n