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The Garden by HP Lovecraft

There’s an ancient, ancient garden that I see sometimes in dreams, Where the very Maytime sunlight plays and glows with spectral gleams; Where the gaudy-tinted blossoms seem to wither into […]

Why Do Boys Not Read?

If you read news of academia, and in particular pedagogy (my father is a teacher and I’ve been a teacher in the past, so I keep abreast of what’s going […]