My father was passionate about the things: education and socialism. He was himself a born teacher. Indeed, he could never restrain himself from teaching, and as a small boy I was frequently embarrassed by his desire to interact everybody people in railway carriage, for instants-though I realized even then that it was an innocent denies, quit free from vanity. He was equally ready to motive instruction Education, the man of his generation and temperament, was something it has largely ceased to be nowadays. It was the great golden gateway to the wachanted realms of the mind.
To the generation of the writer's father, education was

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A. an old fashioned enterprise
B. the result of good teaching
C. an exploration of the world of imagination
D. one aspect of socialiam