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Nothing quite like replying to one's own messages . . . :)<br>
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I wrote:<br>
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>Personally, in 2010, I see learning PASCAL (which I did in 1985,
and promptly forgot), rather<br>
>like my learning Latin in 1974 (which I did in 1985, and
promptly forgot), <br>
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No; I'm not bonkers! In 1973-74 I attended a school called Bigshotte
(closed in 1977) where we had a Latin<br>
teacher called Mr Whitworth, who had previously taught in Kenya.
This man was superannuated, and would<br>
come into class trailing an equally ancient, blind sheepdog which
would sleep in front of his armchair while<br>
he slept too.<br>
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Hence no Latin in 1974.<br>
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In 1974-1975 I attended a school called Pyrland Hall where the Latin
teacher was a Scots Jesuit called Mr Gray;<br>
and I do believe he saw everything in grayscale, and us sweaty,
prepubescent Prep School boys as distinctly dark.<br>
His idea of 'mental discipline' was somewhat different to mine.<br>
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No Latin in 1975.<br>
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No Latin classes between 1975 and 1985, when at the age of 23 I
attended a Summer school along with<br>
about 50 13-14 year olds in Bath; brilliant teacher, but keeping up
with brainy 13-14 year olds was just<br>
too much like hard work.<br>
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>as a mental discipline<br>
>which, while not really being screamingly useful, will serve as
mental training for other tough<br>
>stuff that will come his way later in life.<br>
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>snip><br>
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sincerely, Richmond.<br>
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