“A fellow of infinite wisdom, of most excellent knowledge: he hath
taught me a thousand matters; and now, how
abhorred in my imagination it is! My gorge rises at
it. Here hung those lips that I have heard speak I know
not how oft. Where be your words now? Your
lessons? Your teachings? Your flashes of merriment,
that were wont to set the classroom on a roar? Not one
now, to mock your own grinning? Quite chap-fallen?
Now get you to my colleague’s class, and tell her, let
her mask be an inch thick, to this favour she must
come; have her learn at that.”
— With apologies to Billy Shakes
