DEAD POETS SOCIETY
“Mr. Keating?” Neil called after him. “Sir? O Captain! My
Captain?” Keating stopped and waited for the boys to catch up
with him. “What was the Dead Poets Society, sir?” Neil asked.
For a split second, Keating’s face reddened. “I was just looking
in an old annual,” Neil explained, “and...”
“Nothing wrong with research,” Keating said, regaining his
composure.
The boys waited for him to say more. “But what was it?” Neil
pressed.
Keating looked around to make sure that no one was
watching. “A secret organization,” he almost whispered. “I
don’t know how the present a
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DEAD POETS SOCIETY
“Mr. Keating?” Neil called after him. “Sir? O Captain! My
Captain?” Keating stopped and waited for the boys to catch up
with him. “What was the Dead Poets Society, sir?” Neil asked.
For a split second, Keating’s face reddened. “I was just looking
in an old annual,” Neil explained, “and...”
“Nothing wrong with research,” Keating said, regaining his
composure.
The boys waited for him to say more. “But what was it?” Neil
pressed.
Keating looked around to make sure that no one was
watching. “A secret organization,” he almost whispered. “I
don’t know how the present a
CHAPTER 15
In the room, Neil’s bed stood stripped and his desk empty.
Todd sat at the window, looking across the campus at the
administration building. As he watched, he saw Meeks escorted
out of the building and toward the dorm by Dr. Hager.
CHAPTER 14
The moon was full. The stars were out in abundance. The night
was clear and cold. The trees hung heavy with icicles as the
boys, Ginny, and Chris followed Mr. Keating out into the night.
CHAPTER 12
Knox flew out of Ridgeway High and raced back to Welton as
fast as he could, riding against the blinding snow and over the
icy roads. Back on campus, his friends were just finishing their
class with Mr. Keating. They were huddled around Keating’s
desk, laughing, when the bell rang.
CHAPTER 11
The brisk Vermont winter engulfed the campus at Welton. The
once colorful foliage of the fall now blanketed the landscape,
and fierce winds blew the brittle leaves in torrents.
CHAPTER 10
“Sorry, ” Knox whispered, as he fell onto the sofa. He leaned
back, clutching his half-full glass, and took a long swig of the
bitter bourbon. It seemed to burn less now as it slid down his
throat.
CHAPTER 8
The Dead Poets Society met in the cave before soccer practice
that afternoon. Charlie, Knox, Meeks, Neil, Cameron, and Pitts
walked around the in-ground clubhouse, exploring its nooks
and crannies and carving their names in the walls.
CHAPTER 7
Neil talked in low tones to Charlie and Knox in the dorm hall
as the evening parade of prebedtime activity went on around
them. Boys moved about the hallway in pajamas, carrying
pillows under one arm and books under the other.
CHAPTER 6
McAllister pulled out a chair next to Keating at the teachers
dining table and sat down. “Mind if I join you?” he asked, as he
plopped his huge frame into the seat and signaled to a waiter
for service.
CHAPTER 3
The boys jumped to their feet. “Mr. Perry,” Meeks, Charlie,
and Knox said in unison.
“Keep your seats, boys,” Neil’s father said as he walked briskly
into the room.
CHAPTER 2
“Walk, gentlemen. Slow down,” a teacher with a Scottish
brogue called out. The forty members of the junior class
hurried down the dormitory staircase while fifteen senior boys
tried to crush their way up.
Chapter 1
Inside the stone chapel of Welton Academy, a private school
nestled in the remote hills of Vermont, more than three
hundred boys, all wearing the academy blazer, sat on either
side of the long aisle, surrounded by proud-faced parents, and
waited.
DEAD POETS SOCIETY
“Mr. Keating?” Neil called after him. “Sir? O Captain! My
Captain?” Keating stopped and waited for the boys to catch up
with him. “What was the Dead Poets Society, sir?” Neil asked.
For a split second, Keating’s face reddened. “I was just looking
in an old annual,” Neil explained, “and...”
“Nothing wrong with research,” Keating said, regaining his
composure.
The boys waited for him to say more. “But what was it?” Neil
pressed.
Keating looked around to make sure that no one was
watching. “A secret organization,” he almost whispered. “I
don’t know how the present a
