But it was as a teacher in Oxford in the early Seventies (after his graduation from the university with a poor third, and after a while spent discovering that he was not the poet he thought he might be) that Pullman learned how to tell stories. Bard-like, he began telling, not reading, his class of middle-school children the Greek myths. The habit became a ritual, and he did it over and over again, with class after class, refining and honing his versions, learning what got a laugh and how to whip up suspense, and progressing from the gods to The Iliad and then to The Odyssey. It was a sort of apprenticeship: "Oh, it was an immense privilege," he grins. "I learned so much about myself, about my strengths and my weaknesses."