We’re doing Romanticism in IH and most of the last few weeks has been reading poetry.  Not that I’m a philistine, but I think students have the embedded idea that one can’t be wrong about poetry in the same way as interpreting Two Treatises on Government by John Locke.  Anyway, I figure rather than fighting I’d bite my tongue and occupy myself.  A friend asked me how I put up with the fluffy shit to which I responded “Ink ball”.