"When he shall die, take him and cut him out in little stars, and he will make the face of heaven so fine that all the world will be in love with night and pay no worship to the garish sun." I could fall to my knees at the sound of his voice; the confident recital of Juliet's anguish as she awaits for her Romeo to return to her after his banishment. There is boy-ish snickering from inside the classroom.