Charlie Chaplin has the following passage in his autobiography:
If only someone had used salesmanship, had read a stimulating preface to each study that could have titillated my mind, infused me with fancy instead of facts, amused and intrigued me with the legerdemain of numbers, romanticised maps, given me a point of view about history and taught me the music of poetry, I might have become a scholar. (Quoted in The Life of the Creative Spirit, p. 211.)
Wouldn’t that have been a shame. On the other hand, in general, . . .
Reader, think back. Have you had any teachers like this? If yes, do you now believe it mattered to what you have become?
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