daughter, Jenny, was in fifth grade in a progressive public school in the town where we then lived—one of those bucolic New England college towns in which university students outnumber permanent residents—she was required to complete a work sheet on distinguishing fact from value. “Values” were of course defined as subjective opinions having no cognitive status, and hence no defensible truth warrants: pure positivism. She read aloud as she did this, and as she was trying to figure things out. Her