–Don’t hurt the poor child’s feelings.

–Another sensitive minority, children?  If I hear one more … 

–I mean, Chrahst, sensitive minorities, you know?  Ed Feasly took up, turning to Otto.  –I mean it’s really people like us, you and me, we’re the persecuted minority.  White, Protestant, male, over twenty-one, I mean we don’t belong anywhere, you know?

(From The Recognitons by William Gaddis, published 1955; dialogue from a long scene about a party held by Greenwich Village bohemians)