I shook the podium one last time, and, before dismissing class early, admonished them: "All life offers us is the moment. There is only the ravishing spontaneity of being, then nothing more. Moments, people - enhearten them, for they are fleeting." (…) Moments are fleeting? I sounded as dramatic and fake as the romantic poetry glued to English teachers' in-boxes. Was "enhearten" even a word?
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