The Observer's Commonplace
An English Professor’s Lessons in Not Lecturing
I was a misfit growing up — an old codger in young skin. I pestered and harried my instructors from Martley to Malvern, including Prof. Harry, a
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I was a misfit growing up — an old codger in young skin. I pestered and harried my instructors from Martley to Malvern, including Prof. Harry, a
I was at the edge of knowing everything about the Edge of Knowing — I was that close! But a precipice stood before me, or I before
We had walked some way down Blind Lane, which is in Dorset, as anyone could plainly see, before it occurred to either of us that the