This book (Jarod Kintz's book) is trash. I mean, I assume it is, because that's where I found it while scrounging for lunch. However, I must admit that I haven't read it. I would have, but I am homeless, mainly due to my illiteracy (though Big Government, Keynesian monetary policy, and my struggle with alcoholism certainly played a large role).
Admission of ignorance is often the first step in our education.
Though silence is not necessarily an admission, it is not a denial, either.
A sequel is an admission that you've been reduced to imitating yourself.
The pretended admission of a fault on our part creates an excellent impression.
Admission to the National Academy is highly competitive and selective.
Much of what's called 'public' is increasingly a private good paid for by users - ever-higher tolls on public highways and public bridges, higher tuitions at so-called public universities, higher admission fees at public parks and public museums.
Pride is an admission of weakness; it secretly fears all competition and dreads all rivals.
In public, an admission of technological inadequacy would be too embarrassing.
I coached at Northwestern for eight years, where the admission requirements were high.