The Bending of a Twig

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Chapman and Hall, ld., 1907 - 310 pages
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Page 47 - You fellow, what's your name? Where do you come from? How old are you? Where do you board? and, What form are you in? "^and so they passed on through the quadrangle and a small courtyard, upon which looked down a lot of little windows (belonging...
Page 159 - ... their development. You do not follow this development ; you always keep your character in the same attitude; he is a miser, or a hypocrite, or a good man to the end, and always after the same fashion : thus he has no history. You can only change the circumstances in which he is met with, you do not change him; he remains motionless, and at every shock that touches him, emits the same sound.
Page 139 - ... along one side of the field, and every now and then a long-drawn " Play up — Schoo-oo-ool " went calmly through the row, like some wave breaking down a rocky coast. Of course, when the game was against Malvern or Repton it was different : those were beastly rival schools. You got quite keen at them. But the real thing was the House matches ! You didn't want a coat or grub then ! You kept pushing forward, to the linesman's anger, so as to miss nothing, shouting and jumping, drowning the cries...
Page 134 - ... he would never be an athlete. Probably it would be against him all his life ! Or were there professions where it was not necessary to be good at games ? Not likely — or why was everyone so keen on them ? Lycidas, with a sincere suspicion that the man who was no athlete suffered throughout life, increased his efforts to become a player, and his anxiety was counted as righteousness to him : he escaped the worst reputation, Kelly's reputation, that of
Page 142 - ... a bewildering amount of advice from critics mostly little qualified to speak. Skelton told him not to listen to these amateur experts. One of the masters was kindly coaching Alton's, and his great voice bellowed counsel to the rowers through a megaphone. "Wait till he shouts 'Shoot!'" said Skelton. "If you make a shot at them before we've overlapped enough you'll miss the bump and lose us all our way. Don't mind what the other fellows say, and don't get flurried. There can't possibly be a mistake....
Page 145 - Touch her gently, bow and two," the coach exclaims. Otherwise, a deathly silence. "Quarter!" "Quarter!" All, by instinct, brace themselves upon the bank. It is not etiquette to run until the gun sounds. In the boat they sit like statues, arms bent forward for the stroke. Lycidas can hear his heart go. "Ten! Nine! Eight! . . ." the starter cries in a sharp tone, and these too are passed raucously along the bend, losing their time a little in the journey. Alton's are just crying "One!
Page 159 - ... in every scene; Mrs. Gamp will be ever talking of Mrs. Harris ; Dr. Chillip will not venture a single action free from timidity; Mr. Micawber will speak through three volumes the same kind of emphatic phrases, and will pass five or six times, with comical suddenness, from joy to grief. Each of your characters will be a vice, a virtue, a ridicule personified ; and the passion, with which you endow it, will be so frequent, so invariable, so absorbing, that it will no longer be like a living man,...
Page 143 - ... to-night he certainly would never get another. The nervous strain became too great. He hurried into his flannels — oh, the pride of putting on his House blazer ! — and ran down early to the boat-house. Alton's, as starting second in the race, would take up its position last but one, and half-an-hour must elapse before Lycidas could get into his seat. But the process of " going down " is lengthy, and had begun already. Lycidas watched it curiously ; this was the first night that he had been...
Page 139 - ... pushing forward, to the linesman's anger, so as to miss nothing, shouting and jumping, drowning the cries of the other House, and even running up and down the line behind. Cheering and excitement kept you warm. And when your House was in the final — Yes, the House was certainly the thing ! Lycidas was overwhelmed with congratulations and terribly painful back-smackings, and the more so as the rumour gained that he was making a good cox. His time grew more and more to be spent by, or on, the...
Page 150 - — every sign that Doctor's day is short. It comes to Lycidas, a muffled roar as of a distant fair-ground ; and above it suddenly there sound the coach's accents, clear and loud — " Shoot now ! Shoot ! Shoot ! " Lycidas has heard, but does not shoot. He is mad, mad with excitement, mad with lust of victory, intoxicated by the noise. He rocks to and fro and shrieks in a hoarse voice, " Row ! Row ! " " Shoot, you young fool, shoot ! Good lord, man, shoot!" The coach is no more Lycidas

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