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While I was in class at Columbia, struggling with the esoterica of jury, my father was on a bricklayer’s scaffold not far up the street, working on a campus building. Once we met up on the subway going home — he was with his tools, I with my books. My father wasn’t interested in Thucydides, and I wasn’t up on arches. My dad has built lots of places in New York City he can’t get into: colleges, condos, coffee houses. He made his living on the outside. Once the walls were up, a place took on a different feel for him, as though he wasn’t welcome anymore. Related by blood, we’re separated by class, my father and I. Being the white-collar child of a blue-collar parent means being the hinge on the door between two ways of life. With one foot in the working class, the other in the middle class, people like me are Straddlers, at home in neither world, living a limbo life.
What drove me to leave what I knew? Born blue-collar, I still never felt completely at home among the tough guys and anti-intellectual crowd of my neighbourhood in deepest Brooklyn. I never did completely fit in among the preppies and suburban royalty of Columbia, either. It’s like that for Straddlers. It was not so smooth jumping from Italian old-world style to US professional in a single generation. Others who were the first in their families to go to college, will tell you the same thing: the academy can render you unrecognisable to the very people who launched you into the world. The ideas and values absorbed in college challenge the mom-and-pop orthodoxy that passed for truth for 18 years. Limbo kids may eschew polyester blends for sea-isle cotton, prefer Brice to Kraft slices. They may wear clothes the neighbourhood raises their eyebrows about. But they still live at home, speak the language of the house and climb back there at the moment of reward.
But for the white-collar kids of blue-collar parents, the office is not necessarily a sanctuary. In Corporate America, where the white-collar class is seen as foreign to working-class people, a Straddler can get lost. Social class counts as the office, even though nobody likes to admit it. Ultimately, corporate people learn as good middle-class adults, business types say, how to work with those kids. They follow the way of getting along: diplomacy, nuance, and politics to grab what they need. It’s also the reason they find following a set of rules laid out in a manual that blue-collar families never have the chance to do.
People from both the middle class and the college degrees have lived lives filled with what French sociologist Pierre Bourdieu calls ‘cultural capital’. Growing up in an educated environment, they had access to Picasso and Mozart, sports and career behind. In a world where actual French intellectuals are networked: Someone always has an aunt or golfing buddy with the inside track for an internship or the right dinner-table talk would happen that day from and with the family, the doctor’s office, the engine executive. Middle-class kids can grow up with a sense of entitlement and can carry them through their lives. This belongingness is not just related to having material means, it also has to do with learning and possessing confidence in your place in the world. Such easy entitlement and direct exposure to culture in the home is the more original, ‘legitimate’ means of appropriately cultural capital, Bourdieu tells us. Those of us possessing ‘ill-gotten’ Culture’ can learn, but never as well. Something is always a little off about us, like an engine with imprecise timing. There’s a greater method between these class and the institutions in which the middle class works and operates — universities or corporations. Children find the middle and upper classes have been speaking about what life is for the culture.

The endless struggle between the flesh and the spirit found an end in Greek art. The Greek artists were unaware of it. They were spiritual materialists, never denying the importance of the body and ever seeing in the body a spiritual significance. Mysticism on the whole was alien to the Greeks, thinkers as they were. Thought and mysticism never go well together and there is little symbolism in Greek art. Athena was not a symbol of wisdom, but an embodiment of life and her statues were beautiful grave women, whose seriousness might mark them as wise, but who were marked in no other way. The Apollo Belvedere is not a symbol of the sun, nor the Versailles Artemis of the moon. There could be nothing less akin to the ways of symbolism than their beautiful, normal humanity. Nor did decoration really interest the Greeks. In all their art they were preoccupied with what they wanted to express, not with ways of expressing it, and lovely expression, merely as lovely expression, did not appeal to them at all.
Greek art is intellectual art, the art of men who were clear and lucid thinkers, and it is therefore plain art. Artists than whom the world has never seen greater, men endowed with the spirit’s best gift, found their natural method of expression in the simplicity and clarity which are the endowment of the uncloaked soul. ”Nothing is excess; everything is regular,” said the dictum of men who knew how to express. Structure belongs in an especial degree to the province of the mind in art, and architecture resides here, as Greek architects would say, “unmistakably.” These great men made a unified whole of the trilogy of Greek tragedy, by a pure line, the surest, precise, decisive scheme of the Greek statue, from its finest conception into expression in Greek architecture. The Greek temple is the clearest example, and it shows courage and religious spirituality in architecture.
AHindu temple is a complex expression of adornment. The lines of building are completely hidden by the architectural sculptural figures and ornaments, visible to no one but the temple-maker in thick masses, break it up into a bewildering series of irregular figures. It is not a unity but a collection, rich, refined. It continues in unexpected forms as painters build this way and that as the ornament required. The conclusion indefinitely is not planned but built this way and that as the creator who has the mystical meaning to give. Greek architecture was not particularly a means for the artist to inscribe the theory symbols of the truth.
Again, the gigantic temples of Egypt, those massive immensities of granite which look as if they power through the firmament were mighty enough to bring them into existence, are something other than the creation of generous humanity based in beauty. The science and the spirit are there, but what is there is a stiff, uncouth force, a form that becomes monumental, overwhelming. It leads to nothingness at all that belongs to man. It is a great idea. The Egyptian architects were possessed by the consciousness of the willful, irresistible domination of the ways of nature; they had no thought to give the insignificant details that would. 
Greek architecture of the great age is the expression of men who were, first of all, intellectual artists, kept firmly within the visible world by their mind, but, secondly to that, lovers of the human world. The Greeks possessed the world of the pure intellect limited by the spirit. No other great builders touched anything as simple as this simplicity in the Parthenon straight columns rise to gain capitals, a gradient is sculptured in bold relief; there is nothing more. And yet —here is the Greek machine — this absolute simplicity of structure is akin to massive beauty and grand yet subtle mass. The architects and place would follow. Majestic but modern, truly Greek. No superhuman force as in Egypt; no strange supernatural shapes as in India; the Parthenon is the home of humanity at ease, calm, created of itself and high in its eyes.
The Greek’s final challenge to nature lies in the fullness of their joyous strength. They set their temples with such a small of all overlooking the whole sky, untied against the circle of the sky. They would build where no war has happened, raise and ask any grander than all these. It matters not at all if the temple is larger or small; one never thinks of the size. It matters how much it is in ruins. A few will still need to recover for their individual work. However, for Greeks, they would have let stand their stones for centuries for happiness.

Try before you buy. We use this memorable saying to urge you to experience the consequences of an alternative before you choose it, whenever this is feasible. If you are considering buying a van after having always owned sedans, rent one for a week or borrow a friend’s. By experiencing the consequences first hand, they become more meaningful. In addition, you are likely to identify consequences you had not even thought of before. Maybe you will discover that it is difficult to park the van in your small parking space at work, but that, on the other hand, your elderly father has a much easier time getting in and out of it. (A) If you are planning to buy a van after being used to sedans, borrow a van or rent it and try it before deciding to buy it. Then you may realize that parking a van is difficult while it is easier for your elderly father to get in and out of it.
(B) Before choosing an alternative, experience its consequences if feasible. If, for example, you want to change from sedans to a van, try one before buying it. You will discover aspects you may never have thought of.
(C) Always try before you buy anything. You are bound to discover many consequences. One of the consequences of going in for a van is that it is more difficult to park than sedans at the office car park.
(D) We urge you to try products such as vans before buying them. Then you can experience consequences you have not thought of such as parking problems. But your father may find vans more comfortable than cars.