最难忘的人（2）
We would point things out to one another, each contributing an idea, a view-point. We ex***ned the subject as a child studies a new toy, turning it over in our hands, peering underneath, feeling its shape and finding out what made it go.
“Don’t be afraid to disagree with me,” he used to say. “It shows you are thiking for yourselves, and that’s what you are here for.” Warming to such confidence, we felt we had to justify it by giving more than our best. And we did.
Mr. Stone abhorred3 sloppy4 speech and lazy writing. I remember a book review in which 1 wrote,“At the tender age of l7, he...” Back came a sharp note: “‘Tender age,’