simond
Western Thunderer
Jon,
my Latin masters, for there were two, were quite peculiar. The one, a reverend gentleman, had a degree of cruelty, in that the slightest hesitation in recital of one’s homework would lead to the tweaking of the vestigial sideburn that fashionable pre-teens wore in the early seventies, and the hapless pupil would be lifted to a standing position, often squealing.
The other was beyond vague, but rather kindly. On my parting day at school, the conversation went thus
”Mr W!”,
“Ah, Dobson, isn’t it?”,
“yes sir, you took me for Latin in second year”,
“A great pleasure!, and, um, Noble?”
My pal responded “Yes sir, you didn’t take me for anything”.
“An ever greater pleasure”
I think it safe to assume my command of Latin is somewhere between “dog” and “google”
cheers
S
my Latin masters, for there were two, were quite peculiar. The one, a reverend gentleman, had a degree of cruelty, in that the slightest hesitation in recital of one’s homework would lead to the tweaking of the vestigial sideburn that fashionable pre-teens wore in the early seventies, and the hapless pupil would be lifted to a standing position, often squealing.
The other was beyond vague, but rather kindly. On my parting day at school, the conversation went thus
”Mr W!”,
“Ah, Dobson, isn’t it?”,
“yes sir, you took me for Latin in second year”,
“A great pleasure!, and, um, Noble?”
My pal responded “Yes sir, you didn’t take me for anything”.
“An ever greater pleasure”
I think it safe to assume my command of Latin is somewhere between “dog” and “google”
cheers
S
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