«I dont think so,» I answered. «By the way, Old English isnt that foreign, I suppose. First, its the same English, but a bit old.»
«So what? And whatd be your further reasons?»
«I didnt finish yet. Second, if the language is old, its a variation of our mother tongue. Am I not right?»
«Actually, it depends on the perspective.» Andrew paused. «Now, what Id like to pinpoint your attention upon is the characters of the poem»
And so, he spoke up to the end of the class.
I admired him. He was so smart and intelligent! How could one person know everything that he had put on the line during the class? He did it very well. He could hit the ground running in a few moments! He wasnt down-to-earth in any way. He acted his age. He always carried his point.
I wanted to be like him. But for me, itd be quite a job. I couldnt have such a hard-nosed attitude as he had. Andrew was full of beans at each class! We had his classes twice a week, but still, the payoff was seen. At least for me.