use he himself thinks it naughty. But the gross sexual wish lives on
in the unconscious . . . hence the neurosis, hence the respectable old
men who are imprisoned for showing gross pictures to children, hence the
frequent indecent assaults on children. All these unfortunate people are
suffering from the results of early suggestion--the suggestion that sex
is sin. That primitive sex impulses can be sublimated I admit, but the
teacher's job is not to preach that sex activities are evil; his job is
to help the child to use up his primitive sex energy in creative work."

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What is education's chief aim? The reply generally given is that
education's aim is to help a child to live its life fully. Yet it seems
to me that that reply does not go far enough; I think that the aim should
be to help a child to live its cosmic life fully, to live for others.
Every human is egocentric, selfish. No human ever rises above
selfishness, only there are degrees of selfishness. I buy a motor-cycle
because I am selfish; and you found a hospital for orphans because you
are selfish. It is my pleasure to have a Sunbeam; it is yours to help
the poor. Your selfishness has become altruism; that is, in pleasing
yourself you have managed to please others. The aim in education is not
to abolish selfishness; it is to educe the selfishness that is
altruistic. Hence it may be said that education's chief aim is to teach
one how to love. No, that won't do; no one can teach another how to
love; the teacher's job is to evoke love. This he can do only by loving.
If I hate my pupils I evoke hate from them; if I love them I evoke love
from them in return.

Is it possible to love your neighbour as yourself? It is when you know
yourself. You hate in others what you hate in yourself, and you love in
others what is lovable in yourself. So that in loving your neighbour you
are loving yourself.

If, then, the teacher's first aim is to evoke the love of his pupils, he
must know himself, and knowing must love himself. Every day pupils are
suffering because of the teacher's hatred of himself.

Dominie Brown rises in the morning surly and unhappy. He complains about
the bacon and eggs at breakfast . . . no, the red herring; dominies
cannot afford bacon and eggs . . . and Mrs. Brown makes unpleasant
remarks. Brown crosses the road to school with thunder on his face, and
the children shiver in terror all morning.