Dead Poets Society

      In the genesis of the Dead Poet Society, the lachrymose look of the fragile newcomers under the sharp symmetrical architecture emphasize the castigating voice of the professor.  The army of suits sits in agony while parents look on at the vessels that will carry on their successes.  The delicate silence surrounding formless murmurs is brutally lacerated by the serrated caterwaul of shrieking bagpipes.  Teachers aggressively glare at the new more youthful teacher, as if he alone took the proud banner representing "Tradition" and stomped it into the dirt.  Underclassmen look at the robotic mechanics of the already brainwashed upperclassmen and know soon the oppressive environment will morph them into zombified shells of their former selves.