'Why did you fail me? I didn't do nothing!' The reply, of course, is: 'That's just it.'

Paul asks how I would have handled a love letter from a student. I don't know - by talking, maybe, by listening. I don't know. How sad that we don't hear each …

One of my students had written wistfully of a dream-school that would have 'windows with trees in them.'

Being a female, she spurns him on.