Azazel

Breyten Breytenbach: so jy het met Elizabeth Sneddon gestudeer?

Ja.  Hulle het gedink ek sal 'n nuwe Francois Swart wees.  My rondgewys, soos 'n 

BB: .. trofie.  Ek weet.  Nadime Gordimer het my ook so voorgestel. He is different, not like the others. 

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and Francois, Professor?

Elizabeth Sneddon:  Oh no, he is dead.  Alcohol.  When his people put him on a pedestal, he had to ask why they were putting him there.  He didn’t want to be those reasons, so he drank.

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Zwartberg Hoërskool is the local, traditionally white private school:  this had to change, like everything else.  Now it is 80% coloured, who don't pay the school fees, so it is in a perpetual financial crisis.   I sent various letters to the art teachers, inviting the students, all ignored. 

A rabid phone call. She wants – with my permission -  to bring the students.  Some of them are disadvantaged, and will misbehave.  Did I mind?

Oh all that will happen is that some of them will giggle. 

She will come too -  did I mind?  - to discipline them.   Maybe they can do an exam project on my work. 

She has been pushed, and I have a good idea by whom.  You mean that you haven't taken them there yet?

Nou gaan die poppe dans.