One of the hardest things for a teacher to learn is not to try and tell them.
ALAN BENNETTI lack what the English call character, by which they mean the power to refrain.
More Alan Bennett Quotes
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I tried to explain to her the significance of the great poet, but without much success,
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Why do we not care to acknowledge them? The cattle, the body count.
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It’s subjunctive history. You know, the subjunctive? The mood used when something may or may not have happened. When it is imagined.
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But then, when I did go, the contrast between Leeds, which was very black and sooty in those days, and Cambridge, which seemed like something out of a fairystory, in the grip of a hard frost, was just wonderful.
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Why is it always the “intelligent” people who are socialists?
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Imagine that. Per person. This means that if the time scale is diminished in proportion to that of space it would be quite possible for the whole story of Greece and Rome to be played out between farts.
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Schweitzer in the Congo did not derive more moral credit than Larkin did for living in Hull.
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However bad the weather, Dad never drove to church because Mam thought the sacrament might make him incapable on the return journey.
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God doesn’t do notes, either. Did Jesus Christ say, “Can I be excused the Crucifixion?” No!
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If, for instance, we’d made the film after the show had been to Broadway, it would have been exactly the same film but we would have been assured that they would have understood it.
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They may not have two spondees to rub together but they still want to pen their saga untrammelled by life-threatening activities like trailing round Sainsbury’s, emptying the dishwasher or going to the nativity play.
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Knowing as their own dusk falls that they will only be remembered for remembering someone else.
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Here I sit, alone at 60, Bald and fat and full of sin Cold the seat, and loud the cistern As I read the (Harpic) (Lysol) tin
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Our father the novelist; my husband the poet. He belongs to the ages – just don’t catch him at breakfast.
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Culminating with a man in a white coat saying to one kindly, “And now can you tell me the name of the Prime Minister?”
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