...and I was sitting on the last but one back row (a strategy I had identified which kept me low profile, but not 'obviously' so). I was just slipping into a personal trance as I awaited the usual cocktail of Dickens, Austen, Milton and Shakespeare when Jack - our affectionately nick-named master came in with more of a bounce than usual. He opened a paper-back and read:
"Caldwell turned and as he turned his ankle received an arrow. The class burst into laughter. The pain scaled the slender core of his shin, whirled in the complexities of his knee, and swollen broader, more thunderous, mounted into his bowels. His eyes were forced up to the blackboard where he had chalked the number 5,000,000,000...."
My English teacher had discovered John Updike. That lunch-time I slipped out of school and bought my own copy of The Centaur. I'd finished it by the end of the day.
Sadly neither Jack nor Updike are still with us but I still have that battered copy with school-boy scrawl. Big, big thanks to both of them: true encouragers.