She would have grown old with him, this man who had taught her of love.

"There is nothing you can teach me of your kind," she said.

She had taught art at of the higher grade classes in my school.

Fourteen years old, and what was he taught of it?

I have come so you may teach me of the Void from which we both fell.

That was provided they did not simply refuse to teach her any more, of course.

For the first time, the old priest who'd taught so many of them allowed a smile onto his face.

He had been taught, of course, that history, along with geography, was dead.

And I do not need any to teach me of our peril.

The sigh goes on to teach her of women with much larger problems in the world, yet still remain happy.