Great Expectations

 
‘Don’t patronise me with your pseudo intellectual gibberish sir the work is clearly a nonsense.’

‘It may have escaped your notice young man but I'm the professor here you are the student.’

‘You sir slavishly bow before the established greats, never questioning, never seeking more. Why is that? Do you think them all perfect?’

‘And what would you, a first year student, know of great literature pray?

‘I know this: were we able to recall just one and ask, say, could your work be improved Mr Shakespeare? Do you think he’d say "of course not, it’s perfect?" No sirrah he would be deeply critical of it saying, mayhap, that he would love to rewrite this part or that or indeed the entire piece.’

‘Oh so you have the conceit to compare yourself with Shakespeare do you young man?’

‘God you are so boringly predictable professor.  I knew that would be your answer. Why do you seek to belittle me before the class instead of asking yourself has this young man indeed made a valid comment?’

‘Because you are a mere student who is far from the best talent I've ever taught.’

‘You see no hope of my future improvement then sir?’

‘Not very much I'm afraid.'

‘That statement sir condemns you as a hopeless teacher. If you cannot see beyond the established writers, cannot accept new ideas, what hope is there for the future?’

‘Reading your work young man I see little hope for it in you. You flatter yourself that you may have some sort of style. That you may one day become an established writer. A newspaper hack at best I fear but a writer? No.’

‘Then I shall attend no more of your closed minded lectures sir for  I have of myself great expectations.’

‘In that case goodbye and good riddance Mr. Dickens.’