Education: Pomes Penyeach

On a main street of the Ruhr Valley city of Gelsenkirchen one morning last week, a schoolgirl marched up to a young man and popped an odd sort of question. "Herr Huett," said she, "what about Goethe's Prometheus?" Without a moment's hesitation, the young man threw back his head and began to recite:

Curtain thy heavens, thou Jove, with clouds and mist,

And, like a boy that mows down thistle-tops,

Unloose thy spleen on oaks and mountain-peaks . . .

When the young man with the excellent memory had finished, the schoolgirl slipped him two pfennigs, and with her morning's lesson safely in mind, skipped...

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