Written in 1948. I was six years old. If you don't know who B.F.Skinner is look him up before you read it. It is a fascinating tale of a fictional attempt at a utopian society. The story is a thinly disquised cover for a series of monologues (not by the protagonist) on the virtues of the manufactured society (cult?). If you have an interest in sociology and the formation or adaptation (influence) of social groups, you will find this interesting.
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