I came to the conclusion that people who went to evening classes were all more or less odd. It was unnatural to want to acquire knowledge after working hours.
~ Barbara Pym, A Glass of Blessings
In the late ‘90s I attended evening classes in Homeric Greek. The instructor, who also taught Latin, lived with his partner in the building next door to ours. He was a soft-spoken person with very fine fingers and though he was only ten years older than myself his hair had turned a brilliant, premature white that distracted from his lectures. At term-end parties he served cantaloupe balls wrapped in prosciutto and complained that it was no use converting to Roman Catholicism anymore since they’d done away with the Latin rite. I spent a year at the school pretending to be a character from Brian Friel’s Translations until I was finally overwhelmed by the full weight of the 150 forms of the verb Luo. Perhaps I wasn’t odd enough at the time. I like to think I’d do better now.