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I paraphrase a comment I heard made some 50 years ago in a class we high school teachers in training took. The Prof was reading from an actual summary by a young boy who had, perhaps, seen the film or read the Classic Comics book. This after a laughable array of Freudian, Marxist, Biographical, Nationalistic, etc. reviews let the whole class cheer the kid's clear-eyed view of the subject. Prof's intent was to show that kids often see clearer without the baggage of vested interests that adults bring to the table. One kid wrote in answer to the question "What is your SPINE ?": My spine is a big bone in the middle of my back that keeps me from folding up. Prof said no better functional definition is available anywhere--even in Gray's Anatomy.

P. S. I lasted three years as a high school teacher, then ran like hell for the college intern program at U. Cinti.

I will read it, and thank you. BTW, do you know Frederick Crews' The Pooh Perplex: A collection of critical treatises on Winnie-the-Pooh which parody every sort of "school" of criticism, mainstream and arcane. For this, Crews should have won a prize, maybe the Mel Brooks "You Should Live 2000 Years" Award.

You don't need to read either to appreciate Crews' sense of humor. Just imagine a bunch of heavyweight NY and CHI critics waxing erudite over a famous children's story and doing it all kinds of violence in the process. Theory of Bardic Verse: Notations on the Hum's of Pooh, for example, or Poisoned Paradise:the Underside of Pooh. I recall there is a Marxist critique of Rabbit exploiting Pooh-bear's labor when the latter gets stuck trying to squeeze into the rabbit hole--Rabbit uses him as an unpaid towel rack, showing how author Milne works to increase class consciousness in young British children.....etc. It's a howl.