Full fathom five thy father lies,
Of his bones are coral made,
Those are pearls that were his eyes,
Nothing of him that doth fade,
But doth suffer a sea-change,
into something rich and strange.
Sea-nymphs hourly ring his knell,
Ding Dong.
Hark! now I hear them, ding-dong bell.
Wednesday, March 10, 2010
A Teacher's Tale
A former communications director at Businessweek left his job to teach fifth grade in the South Bronx. It wasn't easy.
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