"The wrong sort believe that children are 'a distinct race.' They carefully 'make up' the tastes of these odd creatures--like an anthropologist observing the habits of a savage tribe--or even the tastes of a clearly defined age-group within a particular social class within the 'distinct race.' They dish up not what they like themselves but what that race is supposed to like."
C.S. Lewis, "On Juvenile Tastes"
Beauty is truth, truth beauty . . . and they never need to know.