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Cassandra Curse

I teach History, you see. But, I don't know what it is. Just as Hollywood remakes classics with new faces for new generations, I suspect, I do much the same. I do try to sweep away the old myths and lies of History, but, as each class, each year, recedes farther from my age, I wonder, am I just replacing old myths, with my myths. Is there something tangible that I can teach? Have we evolved at all? I sit here, just past the bloodiest century since we left the savannah, and I wonder,,, Am I just another shill. New myths for old! New myths for old! Come and get your hot new myths.

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