Bealby: A Holiday
"Young Bealby was determined he would not be a servant. So opposed was he to the very idea that he ranted and rallied against his mother and quite wore her down with his protests. Tantrums aside, the young boy had to accept his lot in life - at least for the time being. And so he was sent to Shonts, the big country house, to work as a steward's boy. But Bealby hadn't accounted for a host of guests arriving for the weekend, and certainly nothing in his short life had prepared him for the arrival of the eloquent, but totally eccentric Lord Chancellor. This was to be a position that Bealby would not soon forget."--www.goodreads.com.
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Page 265 - The army ages men sooner than the law and philosophy ; it exposes them more freely to germs, which undermine and destroy, and it shelters them more completely from thought, which stimulates and preserves. A lawyer must keep his law highly polished and up-to-date or he hears of it within a fortnight, a general never realizes he is out of training and behind the times until disaster is accomplished.
Page 156 - In the darkest secrecy he used to make little models of cane and paper and elastic in the hope that somehow he would find out something about flying. Flying — that dream ! He used to go off by himself to lonely places and climb up as high as he could and send these things fluttering earthward. He used to moon over them and muse about them. If any one came upon him suddenly while he was doing these things, he would sit on his model, or pretend it didn't belong to him or clap it into his pocket,...
Page 266 - He wrote and toiled for these societies, but he could not speak for them on account of his teeth. For he had one peculiar weakness ; he had faced death in many forms but he had never faced a dentist.