The Teach-In

They want us to say something, W. says. He's not sure what.

I have to control myself, W. says. My tendency is to scare them off, students. It's to bellow and fuss and to deliver great pronouncements on the impending disaster. W. always tries to speak calmly, he says, as a counterbalance. It's alright for me, who am going back to the north, but it will be him, W., who will have to soothe the Plymouth Postgraduates with soft words and sympathy.