When I was a child, I used to find that my parents would be friendly withour neighbors across the garden fence but talk about “those ardentNazis ” in the privacy of our living-room. Maybe it was such observations of context-related behaviors which I witnessed as a child, which eventually made me into a sociologist. Being a child in the Germany of yesteryear, of course, I would not be considered a person listening in as my parents exchanged their feelings of contempt for the neighbors. Unknowingly, I was engaging in participant observation antici-pating the attitude of the sociologist I was to be. When I overheard with keen atten-tion what my parents were saying to each other in their nightly exchanges of opinions on relatives, neighbors, or...