The Vanity of Human Wishes (1749) and Two Rambler papers (1750)

looked him over with nervous concern, calculating what new strain on his temper had arrived; introd

ich only those who have suffered can understand-he

in a whisper, while the Coffee-colored Angel jabbed him with hi

ehold every countenan

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unes and skimmed milk before, t

, bu

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I don'

e them five times a

ned from hand to hand down the table

," Stover said

ed Angel vindictively, "don't you so much a

ickedly, chuckling inwardly, emptied hi

Pass my plate up for some

said Butsey White when the

uldn't help it," said Stover r

"You've got the whole darn house down on you already

for

r. Instead, he scanned Stover's

the hand you've got to come down on tha

d, surveyed hims

ught that p

pair of trousers that

ssed the censor, who had in the meanwhile confiscated the r

p of mine and hoof it; you're due at the Doctor's in half an hour, and I promi

ho was pitching curves to T

Dink: turn up here sh

," said Stove

on with the Clev

practice," said Stove

it. You play in the fie

y explained as they started for the school

imagination run, but the thoug

," he said half-heartedly, pl

thrill of strange sensations. Scarcely did he

led foliage of the trees. Ahead, groups of bo

ter Laloo's, buggies and hot dogs. There's Bill Appleby's-say, he's a character, rolling i

said Stover, mystif

make Jiggers

gge

said Butsey White, the man of the world. "What wouldn't I g

sounding the coins

face br

the regular table d'h?te for me until the first of the month. Say,

llows in flannels and jerse

you, B

ghead, h

re, Buts

a, Sa

later, ol

lock shar

ss, a group of three were languidl

, waving a greeting as they passed. "See

scored on the Pr

knew, d

ith pride. "Gee, what

Foundation House, where the Doctor lives. Just look

wn with vines that congregated darkly over the porte-cochère and gave the en

up, doesn't it?

de," said Butsey comfortingly. "Come

es and suddenly halted. Before

you think of that?"

indows, grouped on steps, chasing one another in twisting spirals over the lawns. Ahead, a massive brownstone chapel with pointed tower rose up, and to its right, in mathematical bulk, was the abode of Greek and Latin roots, syntax and dates, of blackboards, hard seats and the despotism of the Faculty. To the right, close at hand, was a large three-storied building with wonderful dormer windows tucked under the s

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hat a l

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out!

bit, come up and g

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ime's p

'll land when we're fifth-formers-govern yourself, no lights, go to the village any time, and all that sort of

lty, then after a moment he blu

n the village and the Davis and Rouse up the st

" said Stover, whose gaze return

up anything in the shape of a small college that comes

ught of running the inspection of hundreds o

on't get scared," said Butsey, choosing

" said Stover, b

ently. "He's got an eye that gives you the creep

keeping an eye on the w

you," said Butsey, loping off. "Say, by t

, after whispering that the Doctor would see him presently, departed, stealing noiselessly away. Abandoned to the classic stillness, nothing in the room reassured him. The carpets were soft, drowning out the sounds of human feet; the walls and corridors seemed horribly stilled, as if through them no human cry might reach the outer air. All about were photographs of broken columns-cold, rigid, ruined columns, faintly discerned in the curta

the Doctor appeared,

s and mumbling something futile and idiotic. Then he was draw

how do you li

tor had produced a bludgeon from behind his back, stammered o

body back in an easy chair and studying the four-hundred-and-second prob

n the glance that confronted him like a brace of pistols suddenly extende

ouble?" said the Doctor from

olt-upright with every sinew stiffened. "You m

re you?" said the Doc

ting cau

the answer was from impertinence or fright or a precocious j

what

ida in the furnace," said

fetida down

s,

ry brilliant i

ng breath and wondering if he could

id you

an unaccountable impulse toward the truth

to make tr

't like t

ere were a lot

e a fitter word. As I said, you'll find this a pretty big place, just the sort of opening an ambitious boy should delight in. You'll find here all sorts of boys-bo

said Stover,

f you; count for something! And remember one thing: if you want to set fire to Memorial Hall or to dynamite this study do it because you want to, and not becau

though on springs. The Doctor

what

sir-is

said the Doc

eath, shook hands pre