You can probably tell if you have read any of my posts, esp. some of the older ones, that I have been a pretentious pain in the ass (or have had a strain of pretentious assness about me) for a loong time. And yet, there is something more to it than showing off. This last weekend, celebrating my deliverance from the world of divorce lawyering (back to work part time as a lawyer for Dear Vermont, hurray!), I reread "Sailing to Byzantium" by W.B. Yeats. Well, speaking of pretentious pains in the ass, let me say here, Thank God for Yeats. I would wear a T-Shirt that said that.
Byzantium was one of those poems we had to plow through for English Lit. 101. I didn't get it then. I am glad they made me read it though, because now, 20 plus years later, that poem and I have a relationship that goes back.
My favorite high school English teacher was Mrs. Ludwig. Bless you whereever you may be, and your colleagues who put up with an ardent twit teenager so long ago. Thanks for making me want to read all this stuff. My motives may have been mixed in those days but there has been a pay off down this road that seems to be growing ever shorter. Thank you and Yeats too.
