Prat on Wilde

I don't really know how to put this: I am mildly disappointed by Prat's approach to Wildean repartee. I know this is sacrilidge, and I do of course apologise to any worshippers of Prat, but I found his masterclass on Wilde's The Selfish Giant seriously lacking in intellectuous rigour and textual grounding... Roland Butter has a special chapter on Wilde in his handbook (which I love, by the way):

"The epistolary confluence of semaphore to be excavated from the oeufs of Wilde and Sheridan are countermanded only by their immediacy and imperativeness (see fig. 123a)"

Not much one can say to improve the obviousness of that statement, but Prat's approach was to stick a 50 volt battery up my arse and shout "Fuck You" at the top of his voice. When I suggested that this had little to do with Oscar's "The Selfish Giant", he shouted "Fuck You" at me again and then stormed out of the class. My suspicion is he has issues about my necessarily intellectuous approach and wanted to demonstrate an alternative. This, sadly, he failed to do. I worry that Prat's fifty years of continuous teaching at T.A.A.D. have only calcified his once original processes. Dr Zimbalist suggests I write Prat a long letter of apology, but I have decided that my humility has limits after this last week of rejection and scorn.