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Demanded to a delirious change of schemes, alleged infallible theses in the field of common education, without any possibility of glimpsing even the venerable remains of so many so-called classes, of which the maxims, ironies and clear reasons of my old teachers still shake me, I resort, like many, to the search for an archetype, perhaps in aid of my simple daily process. Rod fishing gave me, among other things, the pleasure of finding and carefully keeping one: the Englishman Izaak Walton. From his calm anonymity that was, fortunately, overcome by the heat of his dialogues and stories, I drew,…