We have shut ourselves away from youth.

I am seventy-four now, and what heritage am I leaving to the world beyond a few books of reference, and my collections?
What I should do is to take some child, still in the impressionable stage, and impart to it all I know." Miss Daphne glanced up with a little amused twinkle in her eyes.
"But, brother, what about the child?
Surely you would require an exceptional child for such an experiment.

One who would have the mentality to grasp all that you were trying to impart to it." The Dean cogitated over this, pursing his lips and tapping his knuckles with his rimless eye-glasses.
"Possibly," he granted, "and yet, Daphne, surely there would be far more credit attached to planting the seed of knowledge where it needed much cultivating.

It has surprised and amazed me up at the college to find that usually the children who appreciate an education are the farmer boys, and very often the foreign element." Miss Daphne rocked to and fro gently.

She knew her brother well enough to understand that this had become a fixed idea with him, and the easiest way out was to find him an impressionable child.