In 8th grade, we spent a half year reading this memoir. There were many incidents that I remember vividly, such as the patchwork shirt that was painful to break in, but overall it bored me. On re-reading it 55 years later, I see it as an important statement and political manifesto for a certain kind of conservatism, one that led directly to Martin Luthe…
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