The system -- the American one, at least -- is a vast and noble experiment.
It has been polestar and exemplar for other nations. But from kindergarten until she graduates from college the girl is treated in it exactly like her brothers. She studies the same subjects, becomes proficient at the same sports. Oh, it is a magnificent lore she learns, education for the mind beyond anything Jane Austen or Saint Theresa or even Mrs. Pankhurst ever dreamed. It is truly Utopian. But Utopia was never meant to exist on this disheveled planet.
Translation is the paradigm, the exemplar of all writing.
It is translation that demonstrates most vividly the yearning for transformation that underlies every act involving speech, that supremely human gift.