How is the world's best dad like the world's first war?

Out of the mouths of babes, Dadaism was the bold, brash reaction to WWI. Its non-conventional proponents, like the Levelers at the time of our Society's beginning, scorned the political intrigue and royal prerogative that suffered little ones in the battle zones of moral, if not world, domination.

So stark was the reality of desolation that words and images took on a surrealist mode of expression. Defiance, not unlike the childish "No", or the complex unconscious stance, as oedipal edifice, against paternal correction battled the rule of acquisition. The dream of french-styled resistance was to be streamlined to the future as odd-shaped merit badge.

The greatest generation needed to wage the greatest war, or the greatest war needed to create the greatest generation: the product of spilled blood, wasted words, and shattered lives depicted in nihilistic art-forms.

Yet, in this middlemarch towards surreal greatness, we find the assuring words of a Maid Marian, by George, in honor of a father of garth: "A large amount of painful experience had not sufficed to make Caleb Garth cautious about his own affairs or distrustful of his fellow men when they had not proved themselves untrustworthy... He was one of those rare men who are rigid to themselves and indulgent to others. He had a certain shame about his neighbor's errors and never spoke of them willingly."

                                                                                                                  "Middlemarch", ch.xxiii