viernes, 27 de octubre de 2017


Education. In wartime, educational reform must necessarily be promise rather than performance. At the moment we are not in a position to raise the school-leaving age or increase the teaching staffs of the elementary schools. But there are certain immediate steps that we could take towards a democratic educational system. We could start by abolishing the autonomy of the public schools and the older universities and flooding them with State-aided pupils chosen simply on grounds of ability. At present, public-school education is partly a training in class prejudice and partly a sort of tax that the middle classes pay to the upper class in return for the right to enter certain professions. It is true that that state of affairs is altering. The middle classes have begun to rebel against the expensiveness of education, and the war will bankrupt the majority of the public schools if it continues for another year or two. The evacuation is also producing certain minor changes. But there is a danger that some of the older schools, which will be able to weather the financial storm longest, will survive in some form or another as festering centres of snobbery. As for the 10,000 ‘private’ schools that England possesses, the vast majority of them deserve nothing except suppression. They are simply commercial undertakings, and in many cases their educational level is actually lower than that of the elementary schools. They merely exist because of a widespread idea that there is something disgraceful in being educated by the public authorities. The State could quell this idea by declaring itself responsible for all education, even if at the start this were no more than a gesture. We need gestures as well as actions. It is all too obvious that our talk of ‘defending democracy’ is nonsense while it is a mere accident of birth that decides whether a gifted child shall or shall not get the education it deserves.


viernes, 13 de octubre de 2017


Y estaba en el colegio cuando era chico sentao al lao mia, y se escapaba y to los dia el fugitivo.
Y el niño estaba mu acostumbrao a irse al canal, y traer despues rabo de lagarto, lagartijas, ratas y yo que se. Manué Sanche Sanche se llamaba el. Manué Sanche Sanche se llamaba el. No se lavava, no se limpiaba los mocos y no le hacia caso a naide, y el niño anda y a todas horas y a su aire. Estaba hecho un gamberro de ende chiquitito er Manué, y todo er mundo se lo decia eso no es tio eso no es. Manué Sanche Sanche se llamaba el. Manué Sanche Sanche se llamaba el. por parte de la madre y por parte del padre Ya no se ponia pantalones cortos y lo apuntaron al instituto, y el niño le traia y to las notas en coloraoo y to las semana recibia el padreua nota del director diciendole: ay venga usted que me tiene desesperado su manue Manué Sanche Sanche se llamaba el. Manué Sanche Sanche se llamaba el. asi termina la historia de ese compañero mio que se llamaba Manue que estaba hecho un bicho malo y remato al final en caranbanchel, porque el que anda mal, mal acaba y como te puede imaginar la policia estaba to er dia corriendo tras de el diendole: detengase usted Manué Sanchez Sanchez se llamaba el. Manué Sanchez Sanchez se llamaba el. Manué Sanchez Sanchez se llamaba el.