Boarding schools -- England -- Fiction; University of Oxford -- Fiction
"That is true, but it doesn't matter. My idea is that, being
Englishmen, we ought to make the best of it. Smash international
capitalism, which is hellish, and stick to any good things England can
give. Of course if you like to turn your destructive criticism on our
school system you can knock it to pieces in a minute, just as you can
knock out Socialism, or the Co-operative Commonwealth, or any other
sensible proposition. A half-educated person can criticise anything;
it takes a man to appreciate.
"No, it's no use battering the Public Schools. They are there, so
let's make the best of them. They may not teach very much, but men
learn to behave reasonably and not to get on one another's nerves.
Tell me: if you had to live on a desert island for six months with one
other man, would you take a chap with ideas who had been co-educated or
privately educated and generally fad-educated or an unintellectual but
reasonable man from Elfrey, a person you could always rely on, if it
was only to be dull?"
Martin wanted the Elfreyan.
"Well, that says a lot for the schools. You can't smash them until you
have smashed the British Character: of course that would be a capital
thing to do, but it's a stiff proposal, and while we are waiting let's
make the best of it. I quite expect that at times you must have been
sick to death of Elfrey, but didn't you like it on the whole?"
"I think I did," answered Martin reflectively.
"Exactly. You liked the chaps, because, with all their intellectual
limitations, they're reliable. You know they won't play dirty tricks
behind your back. You liked your study and you liked cooking enormous
and hideously indigestible meals and gorging until all was blue. You
liked shutting the window on a cold night and collecting a crowd and
raising such a frowst that the air was solid and the windows steamed.
You liked smoking your secret cigarette and discussing who was going to
be the school wicket-keeper three years hence and who was the worst bat
in first-class cricket. Am I right?"
"Absolutely."
Mr Berrisford started a new cigar with satisfaction. "Good. Then the
system hasn't altered altogether. Oh yes, and you liked some of your
classics?"
"Most of them, when I could escape the notes and grammarian's drivel."
"The classics are worth sticking to. It's no good these scientists
talking about translations being as good. They aren't and there's an
end of it. Good translations have their uses, but they aren't the real
thing. We don't read Homer to find out what happened. So let's thank
God for Homer and philosophy and leave psychology and applied mechanics
to the Life Force."
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