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Headmaster: Good morning, Mr Harris. Do sit down. I understand you'd like have a word with me about William.
Harris: Yes, that's right, Headmaster. I felt I should see you as soon as possible before William does anything he'll regret.
Regret, Mr Harris?
Harris: Well, you see, he's set his heart on becoming an artist, and my wife and I think he ought to take up something more secure. I mean even if he went to an Art School, there'd be no guarantee he could get a good job afterwards.
Headmaster: He could probably teach, Mr Harris.
Mr Harris: He wouldn't like that. He says he wouldn't be a teacher even if it were the last job on earth - Oh, I beg your pardon, Headmaster, I didn't mean
Headmaster: Not at all, Mr Harris. I wouldn't have been a teacher myself if I'd had my way. I'd have been an actor if my parents had let me. So I have some sympathy with William's problems. Now, let's see... If he wants to be an artist, he'll have to decide what sort of artist he wants to be.
Mr Harris: I don't quite follow you, Headmaster.
Headmaster: Well, what I mean is, if he wanted to be a commercial artist, graphics, cartoons, that sort of thing, he might do very well if he took an art course at a Technical College.
Mr Harris: But art, Headmaster. It's so chancy. I wish he weren't so set on it.
Headmaster: I don't think you should stand in his way, Mr Harris. If I were you, I'd let him decide for himself. You'd better accept the fact that nowadays people don't worry about security the way we did when we were young. And as I said, unless you let him make his own choice now, he will reproach you for any of his study failures later.
Mr Harris : Well, I must admit my wife and I would have felt much happier if he'd chosen to do something else. Anyway thank you for your advice, headmaster.
Headmaster: You're welcome.
