The Sphinx

like Arthur Miles before he was discouraged, find the highest kind ofintellectual adventure in research. A small number, like Miles's friend, are simply charming crooks. One finds in scientists (as in all other human beings ) complex mixtures of pomposity and dignity, greed and charity, vanity and humility. The motivations, thepersonal qualities that determine success, the necessity for reward and recognition are not peculiar to the scientist. Neither are imagination, resourcefulness, informedanddisciplined curiosity, esthetic delight in form and pattern, and a capacity for constructive contemplation. Our society will cultivate these attributes in all fields, scientific as well as "nonscientific," in exactly the measure it deserves them. THE SPHINX* The Sphinx was stone 'tis said, And in its head There was no mystery, And now the Sphinx is dead, And in its stead —Its history. Warren S. McCulloch * Printed by kind permission of the Chicago Literary Club. 559 ...