"like seagulls on the beach" Pablo Neruda
Assuming that the syntax is a faculty of the soul, as he wrote, I think, Paul Valery, "I wonder if there is life beyond analysis and dissection of an improper final adverbial subordinate clause. I wonder now that we return to the classroom and that teachers of language and literature review ESO and Bachillerato outdated schedules for their departments and are revised targets and percentage rates to harass the new batch of teenagers who lurk in the centers school. And I wonder if I will have fallen I also trap the years-and more than three decades, and if I've lost sight of what a privilege it is to convey how little you know and how little one is for those who look at you with incredulous eyes from immediacy of his desk. I note that something as simple and as beautiful as the English language and literature that is reduced gradually dignified, for many of my colleagues, too many of my colleagues, a methodical wasteland where the jargon thrown their frustration to complement and direct and indirect anaphora and hyperbole and other blessings satisfied to justify the horizon of their knowledge. Since there are few that give test that Garcilaso sonnet or can down no fuss a page Quixote. Thus, the best students of the next generations, the others have already drawn his yawn-made endless parsing and crossword solver on a towel on the sand, without appreciating the sound of the sea in a poem by Neruda.
