The-Conquest-of-Happiness-by-Bertrand-Russell

his nurse. He learned before that age that it is
wicked to swear, and not quite nice to use any but
the most ladylike language, that only bad men
drink, and that tobacco is incompatible with the
highest virtue. He learned that one should never
tell a lie. And above all he learned that any interest
in the sexual parts is an abomination. He knew
these to be the view of his mother, and believed
them to be those of his Creator. To be
affectionately treated by his mother, or, if she was
neglectful by his nurse, was the greatest pleasure
of his life, and was only obtainable when he had
not been known to sin against the moral code. He
therefore came to associate something vaguely
awful with any conduct of which his mother or
nurse would disapprove. Gradually as he grew
older he forgot where his moral code had come
from and what had originally been the penalty for
disobeying it, but he did not throw off the moral
code or cease to feel that something dreadful was
liable to happen to him if he infringed it.
Now very large parts of this infantile moral