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 9
Neil pedaled rapidly through the town square on his way to
Henley Hall for rehearsals.
Dead Poets Society in English
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
