A "Camus clause" sounds like someone who visits at Christmas.

"Send the kids to be..." sounds more Rosseauean to me -- blank slate all that. The promise of youth, inherently unfinished...ah, I remember some unfinished things from my youth...I wonder if she finally got dressed or if even now she is awaiting my return...damned inconvenient for her father to arrive that way, fresh from duck hunting and with a shotgun in hand...I almost sprained my ankle diving out the window...good thing I saved my pants, though...well, perhaps I go see when I go back that way next...oh, wait, she'd be about as old as I am now...I'm still a kid, but she'd be an old lady, probably...nah, I'll let her keep her fond memories of me....