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But he loved anyone who could convey enlighten He sat betrayed with e fashion, Tennyson's "Ulysses",

or Shelley's "Ode to the West Wind" His lips parted, his eyes

filled with a strained, alht And the teacher

read on, fired by his power over the boy Toas moved

by this experience beyond all calculation, he almost dreaded it,

it was so deep But when, almost secretly and shamefully, he

caan the words "Oh est

wind, thou breath of autu," the very fact of the print

caused a prickly sensation of repulsion to go over his skin, the

blood ca passion

of rage and incompetence He threw the book down and walked over

it and went out to the cricket field And he hated books as if

they were his enemies He hated them worse than ever he hated

any person

He could not voluntarily control his attention His et hold of, nowhere

to start fro known