The other two are forever in my memory for the opposite reason - because of their cynicism, their obvious hatred of having to earn their livings teaching. Their disdain and strict adherence to the so-called classics created classes of boredom and hatred of all things written. They had their favorite authors and shoved them down our throats until we choked. To this day, I cannot look at a work of Faulkner's without shuddering. Whitman's "Leaves of Grass" gives me nightmares. From them, I learned nothing. Thank goodness I had my love of reading and writing already deeply instilled in me because their classes would have turned me away from it forever.
To one, my everlasting gratitude. To the others, a raspberry and a hope that somewhere over the years they learned to enjoy a good book somewhere.
Birthdays: Joseph Pulitzer, Clare Boothe Luce, Paul Theroux
Tips and Teasers: Write a letter of appreciation to a former teacher. If the teacher is still alive, send it.
Thought for the day: "I never know quite when I’m not writing." – James Thurber