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Among the many things I have observed over the last ten years, both in my own life and in the lives of others, there is none that returns to my mind so frequently, and with such persistent clarity, as the quiet failure of many young men to grow up even after they have long since left home. The matter, if it were a private one, would not deserve mention here. But it is repeated with such regularity, and in so many forms, that it becomes difficult to ignore without appearing blind to what stands plainly in front of us. A man, if he is to grow in the true sense, must at some point leave behind the comforts of his parents’ house. That much is understood. He must, as we say, go out into the world. But the act of departure, though useful and sometimes even admirable, carries no guarantee of internal change. I have known young men who moved from home, settled in towns far away, began to speak with the assurance of someone who had arrived at maturity, and yet in the small things, revealed that...