<HTML>Yes, the cost of the Catholic Worker newspaper is still one cent. As a matter of fact, a book about the movement is entitled _A Penny A Copy_. And when I was writing, I meant to put down one cent. I still haven't figured out what element of my subconscious made that into $1., how inflation factors into my repressed moments, or whether it is as simple as the fact that the keyboard doesn't have the cent figure on it, and I went for the only money symbol. Speaking of the subconscious, I was interested in the thread concerning dreams. My recurrent dream is not one of an incomplete education, but one of how I somehow snuck into a millieu and status in which I don't really belong. When I was in graduate school, I had dreams about not having finished a college course, and having my BA taken away. When I finished my Ph.D. I had dreams about a dissertation defense in which they discovered I didn't know what I was talking about, and threw me out. Now that I am working for the   union, I have dreams about teaching in which I am in front of the class naked. And what is strange is that I was pretty good in all of those contexts. I always figured that there was something about growing up as a working class/lower middle class kid that always made me feel like an imposter in the culture of academia -- and, sometimes as well, in the heavily academic culture of the American Left. One of the attractive things about the Catholic Left for me was that it was populated by people who had grown up as working class kids. Chuck, thanks for taking the time to provide such a thoughtful response to my question re: Piaget. Leo Casey </HTML>