The classroom began filling up, slowly at first until all the seats were full.<br/><br/>Conrad checked his watch, 10am.  He groaned and rose out of his chair.<br/>"Settle down, settle down.  Time to begin...  thanks for taking Poetry 101".<br/>Conrad struggled through the hour: outlining to the class the contents of the course and the recommended reading at first, before moving onto a brief precis of the history of literary movements, his voice only coming alive when he read out brief excerpts of prose and poetry.<br/><br/>As latecomers arrived, they were greeted by scowl and a finger pointing to a vacant seat.  At the end of the hour, Dr Benjamin slammed his notes on the desk.<br/><br/>"Same place, same time next week but I want you have read some of Shakespeare's sonnets, some Donne, and Spenser by then and fill your pour souls with joy and love"