Звездный десант
Chapter 8
andoccasionallylockedhimupinanoutbuildingbutsoonlethimbackintothehousewithawarningnottodoitagain.Thenonedayyounoticethatheisnowagrowndogandstillnothousebroken—whereuponyouwhipoutagunandshoothimdead.Comment,please?"
"Why...that’sthecraziestwaytoraiseadogIeverheardof!"
"Iagree.Orachild.Whosefaultwoulditbe?"
"Uh...why,mine,Iguess."
"AgainIagree.ButI’mnotguessing."
"Mr.Dubois,"agirlblurtedout,"butwhy?Whydidn’ttheyspanklittlekidswhentheyneededitanduseagooddoseofthestraponanyolderoneswhodeservedit—thesortoflessontheywouldn’tforget!Imeanoneswhodidthingsreallybad.Whynot?"
"Idon’tknow,"hehadansweredgrimly,"exceptthatthetime-testedmethodofinstillingsocialvirtueandrespectforlawinthemindsoftheyoungdidnotappealtoapre-scientificpseudo-professionalclasswhocalledthemselves‘socialworkers’orsometimes‘childpsychologists.’Itwastoosimpleforthem,apparently,sinceanybodycoulddoit,usingonlythepatienceandfirmnessneededintrainingapuppy.Ihavesometimeswonderediftheycherishedavestedinterestindisorder—butthatisunlikely;adultsalmostalwaysactfromconscious‘highestmotives’nomatterwhattheirbehavior."
"But—goodheavens!"thegirlanswered."Ididn’tlikebeingspankedanymorethananykiddoes,butwhenIneededit,mymamadelivered.TheonlytimeIevergotaswitchinginschoolIgotanotheronewhenIgothomeandthatwasyearsandyearsago.
