Back at Strake Jesuit High School, freshman English was about two things: grammar and Greek mythology. Lorded over by the cranky, cynical, chain-smoking and hard-drinking Father Toye, we diagrammed peculiar sentence after peculiar sentence of Father Toye's own devising about the adventures of "Lulu, Mimi and Arabella," who seemed to be living in a New Orleans of his imagining where the year was always 1937 and the Desire Streetcar was always on time. It was vital work, but boring, for him and for us. He was one of the most intelligent men you could ever hope to come across, one who had trained for 17 grueling years to become a Jesuit priest, and here he was in this living purgatory, drilling us fish on subject-verb agreement and gerunds... More >>>