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“Do you remember your first sip of beer? Terrible! How could anyone like that stuff? But beer, you reflect, is an acquired taste; one gradually trains oneself—or just comes—to enjoy that flavor. What flavor? The flavor of that first sip? No one could like that flavor! Beer tastes different to the experienced beer drinker. Then beer isn't an acquired tast; one doesn't learn to like that first taste; one gradually comes to experience a different, and likable, taste. Had the first sip tasted that way, you would have liked beer wholeheartedly from the beginning!”

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Douglas Hofstadter
Douglas Hofstadter

Douglas Hofstadter is an American cognitive scientist and writer renowned for his contributions to cognitive science, artificial intelligence, and literature. His research focuses on the nature of thought, the nature of consciousness, and the cognitive differences between humans and machines. more

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