A recent e-mail from my 15-year-old grandson includes this:
I am great lover of industry and I fume when I hear people complain about the chemical plants in __________, but without industry you cannot have the comforts of home….
I was in my 30s before I even began to think about the preciousness of the intellectualoids. Here is a 15-year-old who already sees through their cant.
I am proud to be his grandfather.