On the one quality to wish for your children, the freedman who defined it, and why it cannot be given

In 1966 a Brooklyn-born psychologist whose father’s business had failed in the Depression published a questionnaire that sorted people by how much of their fate they thought was theirs; sixty years on, a column citing an economist in Sydney names the internal end of that scale as the one thing to wish for your children. The record agrees that internals do better, and then complicates the gift.

By Michael Cummins, Editor, October 31, 2026

Sometime in the mid-1970s, the administrator of Arden House, a nursing home in Connecticut, spoke to the residents of one floor about what was still theirs. How their rooms were arranged, the administrator said, was up to them. So was how they spent their days, and with whom. So was the film: they could decide which night they would go. Then each of them was offered a small plant and asked to choose one. A plant chosen was a plant to be looked after.

On another floor of the same building, the administrator gave a different talk. The staff, the residents were told, were there to make their lives as pleasant as possible, and would see to things; they would be told which night they were to see the film. Each of them was given a plant. The staff would water it.

It was not much of a difference. Every resident on both floors ended the day with a small green thing in a pot. What separated the floors was mostly a question: which one would you like?

Three weeks later the residents who had been asked were, by their own account and by their nurses’ ratings, more alert, more active and happier than the residents who had been told. More of them came to the film.

The plants are long dead. What was handed round that afternoon along with them is still argued over, in laboratories and in newspaper columns and at kitchen tables where parents wonder what, if they could wish one thing for a child, they ought to wish. This August the Bartleby column in The Economist put the question outright: which single quality should a parent most wish for a child? Its answer, taken from the Sydney economist Deborah Cobb-Clark, was an internal locus of control. The argument it joined is older than the experiment, older than psychology, and older by nineteen centuries than the plants.

I

The Dial

Julian Rotter was born in Brooklyn in 1916, the third son of Jewish immigrants. His father’s business did well until the Depression reached it, and his biographers date to those years his sense of how strongly people are shaped by their circumstances. He read Freud and Adler as a schoolboy. At Brooklyn College he took chemistry, which seemed likelier to pay, and sat in on the seminars Alfred Adler was then giving in New York. Psychology won. After the war he went to Ohio State, and there, through the 1950s, he and his students built what they called social learning theory.

Its central claim was modest and, at the time, a little heretical. What a person does depends not only on what is rewarded but on what she expects to be rewarded, and the expectation is learned, from what her actions have produced before. In a familiar situation she goes by what that situation has taught her. In a new one she falls back on something more general: a standing estimate of how far what happens to her follows from what she does. Rotter’s students tested the idea by setting people the same task, described to some as a matter of skill and to others as a matter of chance, and watching how differently they learned from success and failure under each description.

In 1963 Rotter moved to the University of Connecticut, and in 1966 he published the monograph that made the general estimate famous. It came with an instrument: twenty-nine pairs of statements, six of them fillers, in which the person taking it had to choose, again and again, between two accounts of the world. Does a good job come from ability, or from being in the right place at the right time? Is the world run by a few powerful people, or can the ordinary citizen influence what governments decide? Add up the choices and you had a position on a line that ran from internal, the belief that outcomes follow from one’s own actions, to external, the belief that they follow from luck, fate or other people. Within a few years the words had left the journal. People began describing themselves, and each other, as internals and externals.

The evidence behind the column’s answer is substantial, and it deserves to be stated at full strength before anything is said against it. Among newly unemployed Germans, Cobb-Clark and her colleagues found, those with a more internal locus search harder for work, while the more external settle for less: the lowest wage they will accept is lower. The column adds that households with a stronger sense of their own agency save more of what they have, and that people who mean to start a company are likelier, if they are internals, to start one.

The effect also crosses a generation. The Avon Longitudinal Study of Parents and Children has followed thousands of families around Bristol since the early 1990s, and in its data a mother’s locus of control, measured in the twelfth week of her pregnancy, predicts how she will parent, how much time she will put into her child, and how that child will be doing, in mind and in temper, years later. The economists who found this, led by Warn Lekfuangfu, offer a plain reason: a mother who believes effort pays puts in the effort. The internal mother does not hand her child a belief. She arranges the room.

The case grows stronger still when one looks at which way things have been moving. In 2004 Jean Twenge and two colleagues gathered dissertation studies of locus of control in young Americans, ninety-seven samples of college students who had taken Rotter’s scale and forty-one of children aged nine to fourteen who had taken a version adapted for children, and found that between 1960 and 2002 the scores had drifted towards the external end by about four-fifths of a standard deviation. The average student of 2002 was more external than four in five students of the early 1960s. The drift is not undisputed: a later study of American high-school seniors found no such shift, though the short scale it relied on has itself been questioned. Externality, the authors noted, goes with helplessness, with poor handling of stress, and with depression. A society drifting that way does not obviously need anyone to complicate the cure.

But the drift complicates it on its own. Twenge and her colleagues found their results consistent with a model of alienation: rising cynicism, rising individualism, and the self-serving bias, the habit of crediting oneself with one’s successes and the world with one’s failures. That is externality as excuse, the world blamed for what was one’s own.

There is another external, older and harder. It concedes the world its share, often most of it, and then acts on what is left. The difference between the two is the difference between an excuse and a map.

The man who built the scale had seen the misreading coming. By 1975 there were, by his count, well over six hundred studies using his construct, and he wrote a long paper to say that many of them had misunderstood it. The scale measured a continuum, not two kinds of person, and it was being used to sort people into good guys and bad guys. A generalised expectancy, in his own theory, mattered chiefly where people had nothing more specific to go on, so that reading it as fixed character was contrary to the construct from the start. He suspected, too, that the boom said something about the moment: a feeling of powerlessness seemed to him to be spreading through Western society, and his instrument had become one of the ways of measuring it. In 1990, in a paper he called the case history of a variable, he turned to a different question, using his own construct as a case study in why psychology needed broad theories rather than free-standing measures. He died in Mansfield, Connecticut, in 2014, at ninety-seven. The dial outlived his warning about it.

What it did not measure was where the line falls. For that, the place to begin is with a man for whom almost nothing was up to him.

II

The Line

Epictetus was born around the year 50 in Hierapolis, a spa town in Phrygia, and his name says the first thing about him: Epiktētos means “acquired.” He was a slave. His owner was Epaphroditus, a former slave himself, who served Nero as a secretary. He was lame, though whether from birth, illness or a master’s cruelty the ancient sources disagree. He was allowed to study with the Stoic Musonius Rufus, was at some point freed, and when the emperor Domitian expelled the philosophers from Rome in the 90s he went to Nicopolis, on the western coast of Greece, and opened a school. He wrote nothing. A student, Arrian, took notes, and from them came the Discourses and a short handbook, the Enchiridion, which begins by dividing the world in two. Some things are up to us, and some are not. Up to us are our judgments, our impulses, our desires and aversions: in a word, our own doings. Not up to us are our bodies, our property, our reputations, our offices: whatever is not our own doing.

What is striking about the division is how little falls on the near side of it. Body, property, standing: nearly everything a modern questionnaire might ask about is placed, at the first line, outside. A man who had been owned did not need persuading that most of the world was not his. The Stoic sorting is an admission before it is a claim. And it is not a belief held once but an act repeated. In the Discourses Epictetus teaches his students to stop each impression at the door and question it before it is let in: “Wait for me a little, impression.” That is the line being drawn, one impression at a time. (Four centuries later Boethius, awaiting execution near Pavia, would write another such book of sorting in a cell.)

In 1962, by his own account, a thirty-eight-year-old naval pilot studying international relations at Stanford wandered into the second half of a philosophy course called The Problems of Good and Evil. The professor, Philip Rhinelander, had served in the Second World War. He offered the pilot an hour a week, alone, at his house on the campus, and at the last of those hours he took a book from the shelf and gave it to him, saying he thought he might find it interesting. It was the Enchiridion. The gesture was an old one. In the first book of the Meditations, Marcus Aurelius thanks his teacher Rusticus for introducing him to the discourses of Epictetus, out of Rusticus’s own collection.

James Stockdale went back to sea. For three years, on every carrier he served in, the Epictetus books were on the table beside his bed, and he gave them several hours a week. Looking back, he said he had been putting the stuff away for later without knowing what it was for.

On September 9, 1965, over North Vietnam, his A-4 Skyhawk was hit. It caught fire and its controls went; he ejected, and had perhaps thirty seconds before he came down in the street of a village. What he whispered on the way down has become one of the most quoted sentences of the modern Stoic revival: that he would be there five years at least, and that he was leaving the world of technology for the world of Epictetus. Twenty-eight years later, telling the story to an audience in London, he put the descent in the present tense, as a man about to learn “how negligible is my control over my station in life.” He was a prisoner for seven and a half years.

He had no book. What he had was what three years had put away: the core of the handbook and a store of remembered remarks. He spent four years in solitary confinement, and two in leg irons in a small high-security prison the Americans called Alcatraz, beside the North Vietnamese Ministry of Defence. He was tortured. Every day, marched at gunpoint to interrogation, he whispered to himself: “control fear, control guilt.” His gloss on Epictetus, years afterwards, was that no one can be made the victim of another, only of himself. In 1969 he was caught with a note that gave his interrogators leads, and torture, he knew, could turn leads into names. The night before the interrogation he tried to end his life, and was found and saved. His reason, in his own account, was the men those names belonged to. The line had not made him invulnerable.

As the senior naval officer among the prisoners, he led their resistance, and he did it without ever, he said, tapping a word about Stoicism through the walls. Some of the men, he said, could read it in what he did. Whether any of them took it up he does not say; what he describes is a habit that could be seen.

Among the best-documented cases we have of the internal disposition, then, is a man who began from a near-total admission of external control. A questionnaire handed to him on the parachute might well have scored him external, and not by accident: the dial and the line measure different things. Rotter’s items ask about outcomes in the world, jobs and grades and governments, and the Stoic concedes nearly all of those at the outset. What Stockdale had instead was a line, drawn long before the parachute, that told him where to stand. And the obvious objection, that the line was handed to him, turns out on inspection to be the point. Rhinelander gave him an hour a week and a book at the end of it. He did not give him the line. The line was kept for three years, on a bedside table and in hours of reading, before the canopy tested it; the habit was laid down before it had a use. The order is the order of everything that follows: first the admission; then the finding: the discovery, made only by acting, that an act of one’s own has changed something; then, as it turns out, the telling.

None of this is evidence of the kind the column offers. No one has scored the Stoic distinction on a questionnaire and followed a cohort to see whether it predicts better than Rotter’s dial. Stockdale is a sample of one, and he is the kind of sample that survives to write the book; the men who did not come home cannot be asked what they sorted. What he offers is testimony, and testimony from the far end of human experience, where no ethics committee would let a researcher follow.

That the dial and the line measure different things raises a question the column does not ask. The internals in the studies it draws on search harder for work, save more and start more companies, and they do it while holding a belief about the world much of which the Stoic would call false. Perhaps a slightly inflated sense of one’s own control is simply more useful than an accurate map of it; the evidence cannot rule that out. What can be said is that the two fail differently. A belief that the world is yours is exposed to every refusal the world makes. A line drawn where it actually runs has less to lose.

Stockdale ended the London lecture, given in the Great Hall of King’s College in November 1993, not with Epictetus but with a scrap of paper towel. A fellow prisoner, Dave Hatcher, had left it for him in a drop under a sink, unsigned, and on it was the last stanza of Henley’s “Invictus,” the Victorian poem whose speaker declares himself the master of his fate and the captain of his soul. Stockdale let it close the lecture without comment. It was a comrade’s tribute and the speaker’s own choice of last word, and it is not quite the handbook. Its earlier stanzas concede what chance can do to a man, which a Stoic would recognise; its last claims the whole of his fate for him, which a Stoic would not. The dial and the line are both in it, in one man’s closing words, and he left them there.

III

The Plant

The two floors at Arden House were the work of Ellen Langer and Judith Rodin, and their paper on what happened there has been widely cited ever since. It is a smaller study than its reputation. Each condition was a whole floor, not a set of people assigned at random. Ninety-one residents were enrolled, but the self-reports on which the happiness finding rests come from forty-five of them. And the plant arrived inside a package, a speech and a choice of nights and the general air of being consulted, from which it cannot be separated. The result for which the study is most often remembered, that eighteen months later fewer of the residents who had been asked had died, rested on a statistic that a correction, printed in 1978, reduced to marginal significance. The study has been cited many hundreds of times. The correction has been cited a handful.

What survives is small and specific. People who were asked, and who chose, were brighter three weeks on than people who were told, and given. Being consulted about a plant and a film did something that being cared for did not.

About a decade earlier, in a laboratory at the University of Pennsylvania, two young researchers, Martin Seligman and Steven Maier, had run an experiment whose design, in outline, the Arden House floors repeat. They put dogs in hammocks in three groups. Dogs in the first received electric shocks that they could end by pressing a panel with their noses. Dogs in the second were yoked to the first: they received exactly the same shocks, at the same moments and for the same length of time, but nothing they did could stop them. Dogs in the third received no shocks at all. Later, all of them were put in a box where a low barrier stood between them and safety, and the shocks could be escaped by jumping it. The dogs from the first and third groups learned to jump. Most of the yoked dogs lay down and took it.

Seligman and Maier called what they had seen learned helplessness, and for half a century it was taught as one of the field’s great findings. The animals, the theory went, had learned that nothing they did mattered, and the lesson had spread from the hammock to the box. It became a model of depression, a staple of introductory textbooks, and a phrase in ordinary speech.

In 2016, nearly fifty years on, Maier and Seligman published a review of what the intervening work on the brain had shown, and said, with a candour rare in any science, that they had had it backwards. Passivity in the face of prolonged, uncontrollable pain is not learned. It is the default, produced automatically by a small structure in the brainstem called the dorsal raphe nucleus. What is learned is control. When an animal’s action ends the shock, a region of the medial prefrontal cortex detects that it was the action that ended it, and switches the default off. The dogs with the panel had not been spared helplessness. They had learned the one thing that overrides it. The work behind the reversal is in rats, mapped with methods no one would use on a person, and how far the circuit carries to people is not yet known.

With that caution, the reversal still turns the column’s question round. If helplessness were learned, it might be unlearned by instruction: by being told, as the column’s readers are told, that agency is the thing to have. If what is learned is control, and it is learned by being detected, then telling alone may not install it. Arden House began with a speech, but the speech came with something to choose. Agency, on this account, is a finding a nervous system makes when there is something to press. An internal locus of control may not be something a child can be given. What you can give her is a plant.

The finding does not stay a finding. In Maier’s laboratory, rats that had once been able to end a shock were protected, a week later, against shocks they could not end; the protection depended on the same stretch of prefrontal cortex that does the detecting, and the laboratory calls it “behavioral immunization.” Detection, repeated, leaves something behind. Epictetus, in the chapter where he tells impressions to wait, had an image for it: the passions we give way to leave traces behind them, like weals from a blow, and what is repeated is strengthened. A trace kept becomes a habit, and a habit may be what Rotter’s dial was measuring the strength of: a disposition laid down by acts, not a type of person.

Philosophers of habit since Aristotle have noticed that the account is circular. The act lays down the habit, and the habit produces the act. Habit is at once the source of what we do and its result, as the philosopher Clare Carlisle has argued. As a source it cannot be handed to anyone. As a result it can be arranged for, and there are two ways of arranging it. One is scaffold: someone sets out the conditions in which a first act becomes possible, a panel within reach of a nose, a plant and a choice, and leaves the act itself to the one who makes it. The other is precedent: the act is seen done by someone else, as Stockdale’s men could see it in him. In 1838 Félix Ravaisson stated a law of habit in two halves, that repetition dulls what we undergo and strengthens what we do. Nearly two centuries before the 2016 review, it reads like a description of passivity as the default and control as the thing that is learned.

None of this would have surprised Rotter, whose whole theory was that expectancy is learned from experience. What he did not have was the 2016 finding, which says what the learning is: the detection of control, not the absence of it. Nor did he have the Stoic line, which says what the disposition is aimed at and not merely how strong it is. Those two things are what has been added to his dial since.

There is a limit here, and it should be stated plainly. The choosing floor was offered a choice, and a choice is still made by the one who makes it. Stockdale walked into the philosophy seminar of his own accord. What has been arranged can be refused, and the arrangement may work mainly for people who step onto it. What makes a person step is a question the record does not answer.

IV

The Coin

In January 2013 the economist Steven Levitt launched a website for people who could not make up their minds. Should I quit my job? Should I end it with him? Should I go back to school, or move, or propose? Visitors who were stuck described their dilemma, and the site flipped a virtual coin for them: heads, make the change; tails, leave things as they are. Two months later, and again at six, Levitt asked what they had done and how they felt, and where they agreed to it he asked a friend as well.

The coin worked. On the decisions that mattered, people who got heads were about eleven percentage points more likely to have made the change, and by six months those it had pushed into changing were happier for it; on minor decisions there was no effect on happiness, and at two months none that could be measured with confidence. Levitt hedges the result himself. His volunteers were young, mostly male, highly educated and self-selected. Those who obeyed the coin were likelier to answer his surveys, which may account for between 20 and 30 per cent of the effect. The status quo kept its pull: only half of those told to change had changed by two months, against three-quarters of those told to stay who stayed. The coin moved only decisions made in those first two months, and he calls his estimate an upper bound.

Why should a coin help anyone do anything? Levitt offers one possibility, carefully hedged. We regret most the outcomes we feel we chose. A person stuck at the edge of a decision has claimed, in advance, the whole of its consequences, and the weight of that claim holds her still. Handing the choice to a coin gives some of it back to the world, and some of the regret with it. That is the coin’s answer to the column’s question: to cede something to the world is sometimes the right placement of the line, and not a failure of agency.

Max Weber found an older version of the same shape, and his is a thesis rather than a finding. In 1905 he argued that the Calvinists of early modern Europe, who believed their salvation decided before their birth and beyond the reach of anything they might do, became among the most relentless workers the world had seen: not in spite of the doctrine but because of it. A man who could do nothing to earn election, and could not know whether he had it, worked to produce the one sign he might be able to read. Historians have argued with Weber for more than a century. But the shape he described is the coin’s, a total concession followed by action, and the action a test run on oneself to find out what is up to one. The dogs’ panel was wired to the shock; the Calvinist’s labour was wired to nothing but his reading of himself, which may be why it never ended. Hamlet reaches the same place in a sentence, near the end, when he tells Horatio that there’s a divinity that shapes our ends, rough-hew them how we will. Later in the same scene he admits to Horatio a misgiving about the fencing match, declines to heed it, and says that the readiness is all.

The opposite error is commoner and duller. In 2008 Francis Flynn and Vanessa Lake asked people how many strangers they thought they would have to approach before one agreed to a small favour, to fill in a questionnaire or lend a phone for a call. People underestimated how readily they would be helped by as much as half. Strangers are not unusually kind; it is simply awkward to refuse a direct request to someone’s face. The people who misjudged it had ceded to the world something that was theirs, the asking, and never found out. Cate Hall and Sasha Chapin’s book of this year, You Can Just Do Things, builds on that finding.

The two ends of the column’s spectrum, then, are not opposites but errors of placement. The stuck chooser had claimed too much and was frozen by it; the reluctant asker had ceded too much and never tried. Both had drawn the line in the wrong place. Neither error shows up on a dial that asks only how much of the world you think is yours.

V

The Story

Shakespeare put both ends of Rotter’s line on one stage, and gave each to the person least able to bear it. In the second scene of King Lear, Edmund, the bastard son who is about to ruin his brother and betray his father, mocks the habit of blaming the heavens. “This is the excellent foppery of the world,” he says: that when our fortunes sicken, often from our own excess, we make the sun, the moon and the stars guilty of our disasters, as if we were villains by necessity. It is the internal creed, plainly stated, and it is given to the villain. Three acts later his father, blinded, speaks the external one: “As flies to wanton boys are we to the gods; / They kill us for their sport.” The play endorses neither. It shows what each belief does in the hands of the man who holds it, which a play can do and a questionnaire cannot.

The same divergence turns up wherever something arrives that nobody chose. Feng Xu and colleagues, surveying 324 research and development staff in nine manufacturing firms in Shenzhen, reported this year that employees with an internal locus of control tended to see their company’s adoption of artificial intelligence as a challenge, and shared what they learned about it; those with an external locus tended to see it as a hindrance, and hid what they knew. It is a survey of what people reported, not of what they did. But the machines were the same machines, and the line fell in different places.

And the line, it seems, can be moved in the telling. Jonathan Adler, a psychologist at Olin College who also writes plays, asked forty-seven adults beginning psychotherapy to write about their lives before their first session and then after each session that followed, twelve accounts in all. Nearly six hundred stories were coded for two qualities: agency, the sense of oneself as the one acting, and coherence, the sense of a life that hangs together. Coherence barely moved. Agency rose, and the writers’ mental health rose with it, and the change in the stories came first, by a week or two. Adler’s phrase for what he saw was that people told a new story and then “lived their way into it.” It is one study, of forty-seven people in therapy. But it has the same shape again, in a third medium: something found, and then something kept, this time in prose. That is the third step, after the admission and the finding: the telling.

Adler is careful about what the order proves. A story that changes a week or two before well-being does is, he says, about as close as research on identity can come to suggesting a cause, since no one would assign people the stories they live by at random. But he draws from the work a distinction that would have been at home in Nicopolis. We have no unrestricted say over what happens to us, he says; we have much more over the stories we tell about it. And he points to where the telling starts. Children learn to tell their own lives by telling them to someone, and the adults who listen shape what is told: which events belong in the story, and how a story is allowed to end. Adler’s word for what those adults do is scaffolding.

What, then, should a parent wish for a child? Not the quality the column names, because it is not a quality, and not the belief that the world is hers, because it is not, and she will find that out. What is worth wishing for is a habit: of drawing the line where it actually runs, and of acting on her side of it as though the other side did not exist. It has a name much older than Rotter’s, and the name is a chain. Aristotle begins the second book of the Ethics by observing that moral excellence comes about through habit, and that its very name, ēthikē, is a slight variation on ethos, the Greek for habit. In the Poetics he says that character is what reveals prohairesis, choice: the deciding between what to seek and what to avoid. And Epictetus, who taught that every faculty is kept and strengthened by its own acts, “the faculty of walking by walking, that of running by running,” took prohairesis and widened it until it meant the faculty of choosing itself, the one thing in the world that is up to us. Habit makes character; character shows in choice; and a man whose name meant “acquired” took the word for what a character shows on a stage and made it the name for the only thing he owned.

A story is a schedule of the acts a character can take. So is a life, on the right side of the line. Nobody can hand that over. What can be handed over is smaller and older: an hour a week, a book at the end of it, a plant to choose and look after, someone to listen when the story is told, and a question asked once. Which one would you like?

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Drafted with Claude Opus 5.5; literary and copy editing by Claude Sonnet 5.5; outside literary reading by Claude Fable 5.1. The header and interior images were generated with Gemini Argon for this essay.