When I was about 13 or 14 I had an English teacher who made a deal with me that I could get out of doing all of the year's regular work if I would write a short story a week and on Friday read it to the class.
Our government is the potent the omnipresent teacher. For good or ill it...
It is the glory and good of Art That Art remains the one way possible Of speaking truth to mouths like mine at least.
