"Carpe diem. Sieze the day" Charlie smiled. He had learned that from Mr Keating early on. It was one of their first lessons... living for the moment, taking risk, thinking for themselves. Appreciating language and words, poetry. To not follow the herd.
He picked up an old leather bound book. On the cover, in gold leaf it read, "Five Centuries of Verse". The young boy opened the book and almost looked sad when the first page was blank. Mr Keating's signature wasn't there, this was just another copy. "We read from this book" he said, tapping the cover with a finger. "At the Dead Poets meetings" he added, smiling fondly.