My name is Max Weber and I was born in Germany on April 21, 1864. I have come to understand that by some weird twist of fate that it is now the year 2005. You see, I never died, but instead, happened to be at the wrong place at the wrong time. While out for a walk one sunny afternoon to contemplate some new ideas and to calm my nerves I happened upon little green men in the local park. Always seeking to get to the truth of a matter, I just had to ask these 'men' why they were attired in such frightening costumes and if indeed there was a masquerade party that I was unaware of. Apparently I was wrong on all counts for these costumed characters were not men at all! For they quickly grabbed a hold of me and rushed me aboard their spacecraft that had been hiding in the distance.
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As you can well see this was not the case and I now find myself in the waiting room of a local mental institution. They say I am quite stark raving mad, you know, crazy! Preposterous! But since I find myself with some free time (and oddly, a very comprehensive understanding of the English language), I have decided to catch up on the times by reading the periodicals on display in this office. Imagine my further surprise to find a college textbook solely on sociology, probably left behind by some poor student. They'll be sorely disappointed when they discover that missing from...