Of course, sociologists, like historians, can study Bob Dylan and his times and come up with useful insights into his lyrics, even his musical influences and styles. The sociology of music has not been the most vibrant sector within the sociology of knowledge. This notion can provide useful insights to students of law, science, religion, art, and other areas of human thinking. In the words of Karl Mannheim, a pioneer, "The principle thesis of the sociology of knowledge is that there are modes of thought that cannot be adequately understood as long as their social origins are obscured." Historians might say, we must locate a speaker within his/her own time and situation to understand him or her fully. Within sociology is an exciting field, the "sociology of knowledge." Its name is unfortunate, because it not only studies knowledge, but also error, as well as things like law, religion, and art that cannot easily be categorized "true" or "false." The sociology of knowledge, especially the subfield the “sociology of sociology,” is somewhat similar to historiography in history and epistemology in philosophy. Would it be improper for me to ask, also, what the 'T.E.Factory workers in 1937 vote in favor of the arrest of alleged Trotskyite spies during the Great Terror. "My brains are slightly mixed since I was last laundered. We shall probably get used to you in time." I hope, however, that this circumstance will not distress you. "I confess," said the Scarecrow, "that your abrupt appearance has caused me surprise, and no doubt has startled my companions. "Knowing no better, I used my arms as well as my legs for walking, and crawled under the edges of stones or hid among the roots of grasses with no thought beyond finding a few insects smaller than myself to feed upon. "It is but honest that I should acknowledge at the beginning of my recital that I was born an ordinary Woggle-Bug," began the creature, in a frank and friendly tone. "How very peculiar" said the Tin Woodman. Does it not occur to you that I am several thousand times greater than any Woggle-Bug you ever saw before? Therefore it is plainly evident that I am Highly Magnified, and there is no good reason why you should doubt the fact."įor dress the insect wore a dark-blue swallowtail coat with a yellow silk lining and a flower in the button-hole a vest of white duck that stretched tightly across the wide body knickerbockers of fawn-colored plush, fastened at the knees with gilt buckles and, perched upon its small head, was jauntily set a tall silk hat. "Sir," said the Woggle-Bug, "I take you for a gentleman of judgment and discernment. "To be more explicit, the initials mean that I am Thoroughly Educated." "Those letters express my degree," answered the Woggle-Bug, with a condescending smile. It must be admitted that the round, black eyes were rather bulging in appearance but the expression upon the Woggle-Bug's face was by no means unpleasant. Its arms were fully as slender as its legs, and upon a rather long neck was perched its head - not unlike the head of a man, except that its nose ended in a curling antenna, or "feeler," and its ears from the upper points bore antennae that decorated the sides of its head like two miniature, curling pig tails. The body of the Woggle-Bug was rather flat, and judging from what could be seen of it was of a glistening dark brown color upon the back, while the front was striped with alternate bands of light brown and white, blending together at the edges. What he saw was a great, round, buglike body supported upon two slender legs which ended in delicate feet - the toes curling upward. Tip had not yet taken his eyes off this wonderful personage. "And are you, in truth, highly magnified?" "Oh, I see." The Scarecrow viewed the stranger critically. M.' means Highly Magnified," returned the Woggle-Bug, proudly. A horrible existence is this, but you must remember it is the regular ordained existence of Woggle-Bugs, as well as of many other tiny creatures that inhabit the earth. "The chill nights rendered me stiff and motionless, for I wore no clothing, but each morning the warm rays of the sun gave me new life and restored me to activity. "Most certainly, my dear sir" answered the stranger, briskly. "Dear me" ejaculated the Pumpkinhead, staring somewhat intently. So the Woggle-Bug sat down upon the grass, facing the little group of wanderers, and told them the following story: "If you will permit me to seat myself in your august company," continued the stranger, "I will gladly relate my history, so that you will be better able to comprehend my unusual - may I say remarkable? -appearance."
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