Eric

“At worst, Eric picked up a garbage can, was told by police to put it down, and did,” his lawyer, Martin Stoler, insisted.

Eric learnt the whole landscape by heart, and thought himself a most happy boy to come to such a place.

Eric secretly thought that he a very nice-looking specimen of Roslyn School.

“You brutal cowardly bully,” shouted Eric; and in another moment he would have sprung upon him.

So Eric left the field, and wandered home, like Calchas in the Iliad, “sorrowful by the side of the sounding sea.”

Eric stood still, trembling with rage, while his eyes lightened scorn and indignation.