Original: https://kittenbeloved.substack.com/p/college-english-majors-cant-read
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95% or so of the tested English majors in Kansas state universities could not parse three leading paragraphs of Dickens Bleak House. First paragraph of same is below:
LONDON. Michaelmas term lately over, and the Lord Chancellor sitting in Lincoln’s Inn Hall. Implacable November weather. As much mud in the streets, as if the waters had but newly retired from the face of the earth, and it would not be wonderful to meet a Megalosaurus, forty feet long or so, waddling like an elephantine lizard up Holborn Hill. Smoke lowering down from chimney-pots, making a soft black drizzle with flakes of soot in it as big as full-grown snowflakes—gone into mourning, one might imagine, for the death of the sun. Dogs, undistinguishable in mire. Horses, scarcely better; splashed to their very blinkers. Foot passengers, jostling one another’s umbrellas, in a general infection of ill-temper, and losing their foot-hold at street-corners, where tens of thousands of other foot passengers have been slipping and sliding since the day broke (if this day ever broke), adding new deposits to the crust upon crust of mud, sticking at those points tenaciously to the pavement, and accumulating at compound interest.
Breakdown of the readers in the study:
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58% of students understood very little of the passages they read
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38% could understand about half of the sentences
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5% could understand all seven paragraphs
Money quote:
These problematic readers, which again comprise 58% of the English majors in the study, cannot differentiate between literal and figurative speech in literature. When they encounter unfamiliar vocabulary, they sometimes leap to fantastical conclusions about the meaning of a passage, as this participant who thinks the mention of “whiskers” refers not to a bearded man but to an animal.
These are the people who presume to morally lecture you online. Never forget it.
I always wondered why people wanted to move to the cities from the countryside in those times. Surely farming wasn’t as tough of a life as walking the average modern Indian city, right?
I dunno about farming then. Somethings I read about it, it sounds quaint and charming and other times it sounds like nothing but toil.
It's both, you get the charming part, and also have to work pretty much all day every day until you hunker down for the winter.
And then you pray you prepped enough for winter.
Farming before mechanization was essentially every man in a community constantly racing sunset and the first frost in a yearly marathon where the people who didn't cross the finish line died. Back then, it took a full spring day to plow an acre of land, if you stacked the deck in the favor of the plowman. Then in the winter you essentially took care of animals, hunted, and made more future farm hands.