Friday, March the 25th, 2011
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Over at The Dabbler this week I recall my favourite pedagogue, a chap with a jarring speech impediment. A slightly different version of the piece appeared here some years ago. One detail that I certainly had no intention of changing, for obvious reasons, was the pedagogue's use, for pedagogic purposes, of tonybuzanities. These awe-inspiring pedagogic aids are named after Tony Buzan, he of the sepulchral voice and the flowing black cape—truly a boulevard magnifico, if ever there was one, and a magnifico whose brain pulsates at a rate lesser mortals can only dream about, while dribbling and grovelling at his feet.
