“While still sixteen I am put in charge of a class of forty children who are two, three or four years younger than I. I fall in love with them. They are my possession, my mob whose forty minds, under my flashy and domineering control, are to become one, a mind unsullied by errors, unmarked by blots, contaminated by misplaced originalities outside the curriculum, and as full of facts as a pomegranate seed.” LoveYearsMindChildrenStillsTwoFactsFallThreeClassFourErrorsFalling In LovePossessionSeedsFortyFour YearsOriginalitySixteenCurriculumMisplacedI Fall In LoveFlashyPomegranates Author:Hal Porter
“I immediately cotton on to the fact that intelligence thus lightly used, and one-upmanshipishly displayed, is a birthmark giving me a two-coloured face, is a goitre, a hump on the back, webbed toes, and makes me stink like the night-man. Once again I learn what I knew on my very first day at Kensington School, and have carelessly forgotten, that it is more intelligent to appear less intelligent. I henceforth rein myself in, and publicly give back only what I have been given - fifty-six for seven- eights.” MenGivingFirstsHas BeensTwoFactsSchoolFacesUsedNightGivenEducationLearningSixIntelligentSevenForgottenFiftyToesGiving BackCottonStinkReinsBirthmarks Author:Hal Porter
