I always enjoy Paul Dean’s stories, and “For the Love of Latin” (May 18) is no exception. It brings back memories of high school Latin class in the late ‘30s. In those days, it was a required course and to us at the time seemed outdated and tedious.
Today, however, I look back with gratitude for the patience of those dear nuns. Their foresight and insistence added another dimension to my life over the ensuing years, not only in the pursuit of other languages, but in the sheer pleasure of words and thought.