Alan D
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Posted: July 03 2007, 18:12 |
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I remember (like it was yesterday) a moment in an English lesson at school. Things were different then, of course, and many teachers adopted attitudes that would be frowned upon today. Anyway, the English teacher (we'll call him Mr X) was an extremely gifted man who had enormous enthusiasm for his subject and could convey it very well. We were working through 'The Pickwick Papers' at the time, and for me, as well as for others, he was planting a seed that would quite literally be a source of inspiration for me for the rest of my life.
Anyway, in this lesson, we were quietly reading a particular passage, and one lad at the back was fooling around. Mr X asked him to get on quietly with his reading (there'd been trouble of the same kind on other days). 'But it's so boring!' the boy moaned. 'Don't you think it's boring? 'No,' Mr X replied, with a pained expression. 'I think it's wonderful. You see, what you haven't understood is that it is you who is boring.'
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