Next Monday is the sixtieth anniversary of the end of World War II, known at the time most commonly by the name that heads this entry, which I in defiance of political correctness continue to call it, because that it what the day was. This does not mean I hate the Japanese.
Daily Archives: August 13, 2005
As I said, the current unwellness has prevented my coaching today, financially a pain, but even more serious pleasure deprivation. In fact as I think of Ben and Erwin, my two Year 12 coachees, both of whom sent me emails yesterday wishing me well, the sheer idiocy of some of the current palaver about the HSC really hits home. Erwin and I have been going into Wordsworth’s poetry with far more rigour and depth than I ever did at school, indeed even at university, while the work Ben and I have been doing on Yeats has gone into areas that really were considered far too hard for us in English One and Two at Sydney University in the early 1960s. At school the only Yeats we were ever exposed to was “The Lake Isle of Innisfree”!
Ben also cheered me up with some pictures of an exceedingly odd restaurant in Taiwan.