"You'll find that experience doesn't destroy perspective."
"Experience," I cried, "is, or at least, should be one of Oscar Wilde's Seven Deadly Virtues. The experienced man is the chap who funks doing a thing because he's had his fingers burnt. 'Tis experience that makes cowards of us all."
"Of course," said Simpson, "you're joking. It stands to reason that I, for instance, with a thirty-four years' experience of teaching know more about education than you do, if you don't mind my saying so."
"Man, I was teaching laddies before your father and mother met," he added.
"If you saw a lad and a lass making love would you arrange that he should sit near her?"
"Good gracious, no!" he cried. "What has that got to do with the subject."
"But why not give them chances to spoon?" I asked.
"Why not? If a teacher encouraged that sort of thing, why, it might lead to anything!"
"Exactly," I said, "experience tells you that you have to do all you can to preserve the morals of the bairns?"