Beta Book

He tried to convey to a stodgy North
Countryman his interest in the way the seats faced each other.
The man said "Oh aye?" insultingly and returned to his
Manchester newspaper.
Feeling that he was so offensive that it was a matter of honor
for him to keep his eyes away, Mr. Wrenn dutifully stared out of
the door till they reached Oxford.
There is a calm beauty to New College gardens. There is, Mr.
Wrenn observed, "something simply _slick_ about all these old
quatrangleses," crossed by summering students in short flappy
gowns. But he always returned to his exile's room, where he now
began to hear the new voice of shapeless nameless Fear--fear of
all this alien world that didn't care whether he loved it or not.
He sat thinking of the cattle-boat as a home which he had loved
but which he would never see again. He had to use force on
himself to keep from hurrying back to Liverpool while there
still was time to return on the same boat.
No! He was going to "stick it out somehow, and get onto the
hang of all this highbrow business.


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