> Save us from ignorant English teachers. That reminded me of my > English teacher reading T.S. Eliot and getting to the line "Lonely old > men in shirt sleeves" and saying "Why didn't he write lonely old women > in shirt sleeves? Any idea?" I cringed and cringed. And that poem lost > some of its magic. One of my English teachers in high school used to teach us Shakespeare and Chaucer and Eliot, and he had a knack (this happened in Brooklyn, NY, where crudeness was not an unknown) for presenting things in so outlandish and ribald a manner that the details remain permanently etched in my head. He had no qualms about talking about prostitutes in Italy trying to pick him up, or about how so many of my classmates would take the neighborhood route of joining some arm of organized crime. It made things clear in ways that abstractions would never have done. When we studied Chaucer he was in absolute heaven, because all the vulgarities and crude business was already in the text. What a guy! It's funny, though, that in the many classes I took with him, I never read Catcher or any other Salinger. I've often wondered why that was, because I think he could have done a magnificent job of presenting Holden. --tim o'connor