Passage related, Judge Holden's argument for Dwarven Daycare (and an observation of Dwarfiness in general) in the book Blood Meridian by Cormac McCarthy:
None spoke. The judge sat half naked and sweating for all the night was cool. At length
the expriest Tobin looked up.
It strikes me, he said, that either son is equal in the way of disadvantage. So what is
the way of raising a child?
At a young age, said the judge, they should be put in a pit with wild dogs. They should
be set to puzzle out from their proper clues the one of three doors that does not harbor
wild lions. They should be made to run naked in the desert until...
Hold now, said Tobin. The question was put in all earnestness.
And the answer, said the judge. If God meant to interfere in the degeneracy of mankind
would he not have done so by now? Wolves cull themselves, man. What other creature
could? And is the race of man not more predacious yet? The way of the world is to
bloom and to flower and die but in the affairs of men there is no waning and the noon
of his expression signals the onset of night. His spirit is exhausted at the peak of its
achievement. His meridian is at once his darkening and the evening of his day. He loves
games? Let him play for stakes. This you see here, these ruins wondered at by tribes of
savages, do you not think that this will be again? Aye. And again. With other people,
with other sons.