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...
The sea heaves up hangs loaded o'er the land Breaks there and buries its tumultuous strength.
