Nobody, who doesn't want to learn, has ever learned anything in a classroom. To ask a non-reader to read and digest a two hundred year old novel is like force feeding a vegan bun burgers by the ton; it is both loud and painful for all involved. Being a reader, in a class of non-readers, is to write off hours of your life, time you never get back, time that in measured, not in minutes, but in the emotionally charged microseconds.