"I switched to archaeology, and I learned something I already knew: that man had been a maker and smasher of crockery since the dawn of time. And I went to my faculty advisor, and I confessed that science did not charm me, that I longed for poetry instead. I was depressed. I knew my wife and father would want to kill me if I went into poetry.
"My advisor smiled. 'How would you like to study poetry which pretends to be scientific?' he asked me.
"'Is such a thing possible?' I said.
"He shook my hand. 'Welcome to the field of social anthropology,' he said. He told me that Ruth Benedict and Margaret Mead were already in it- and some sensitive gentlemen as well."
Kurt Vonnegut recounting anthropology at the University of Chicago
Wampeters, Foma & Granfalloons