Words and Pictures Page #3

Yeah. Uh, Jack, we have

found the magazine

to be disappointing lately,

uninspired, I'm afraid.

And, Jack, you started the

magazine with such a bang,

with some of your own work.

Your students were motivated.

You were a published author.

I'm still a published author.

It doesn't go away like the mumps.

- Six years...

- What the hell is this?

Publish or perish? Are you kidding?

This is friggin' high school.

Who else has had anything

published here? You?

You were our literary star.

What difference does

my publishing make?

It made a difference.

It made it easier to

forgive your faults.

Faults?

You were banned from The Huntsman.

Oh, for God's sake.

A Croyden teacher banned

from the town's oldest

and best restaurant?

I had an argument with

that pompous matre-d.

You were drinking, Jack.

You have drinks with

dinner, for Christ's sake!

Jack, you were drunk!

We got the calls.

You told us last year there

would be no more incidents.

What the hell is going on here?

You have surveillance on me

in case I stumble

and fall on my ass?

You know, the work in the magazine

goes up and down according to the

talent of the current students,

and the classes, the

honors classes, yes.

Uninspired, yes.

The whole friggin' school.

You know, we're teaching

in the era of the undead.

We're all trying to inspire.

You know, I then have words

with some smug waiter,

and suddenly, I'm

surrounded and stoned.

You know, what else?

Who else has a complaint?

Anybody else here got any

bad news for Jack Marcus?

Hey! Come on out!

Let's have it all!

We're putting together

a really good issue,

The Lion.

You know, there's some

new work planned for it,

my own work,

beyond the essay that I do.

There's a new poem.

The magazine is important

to Croyden. It is.

As for The Huntsman, that

was nothing, you know.

I already apologized.

It was nothing.

What else?

That's it, Jack.

It's good news that

you're writing again.

It really is.

Elspeth.

Is my job in jeopardy?

You'll meet with the

board next month.

Jesus Christ.

What happened to you, Jack?

You came here full of literary

awards and full of promise.

You turned the classes

on their heads.

Yeah, I remember.

I got laid a lot then.

You going to punish me with that?

- Do you know me that well?

- It was just one slip.

Forget it. Elspeth,

I need this job.

Then show us something.

With your students' work,

with the magazine,

with your new poem.

Be who you were.

Nobody can do that.

Hello?

Dina?

Hey, why are you painting

in your pretty blouse?

I'm retiring this blouse.

I'm giving it to you.

No, we'll just have it re-sewn with

a Velcro strip like the others.

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