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❛ I'm a lonely boy, lonely and blue. I'm all alone with nothin' to do. ❜
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DEAD POETS SOCIETY chapter twenty-two
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THE CURTAINS OPENED to a painted palace backdrop with large Greek columns and greenery. The beautiful scenery surrounded the three taking center stage: Theseus, Hippolyta, and Philostrate. The boys and Eliza all grinned and laughed as the play rolled on, none (beside Eliza) believing that they would ever enjoy Shakespeare. Not when they had read it over and over during their years at Welton as their previous teacher would monotonously read the narration that bored them all to tears.
