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Thence he came back, greatly disordered,
to find McTurk, Stalky, and the others of the company,
in his study enjoying an unlimited «brew»—
coffee, cocoa, buns, new bread hot and steaming,
sardine, sausage, ham-and-tongue paste, pilchards, three jams,
and at least as many pounds of Devonshire cream.
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“They use the editorial ‘we,’” said King, irrelevantly. “It annoys me. ‘Where’s your prose, Corkran?’ ‘Well, sir, we haven’t quite done it yet.’ ‘We’ll bring it in a minute,’ and so on. And the same with the others.”
“There’s great virtue in that ‘we,’” said little Hartopp. “You know I take them for trig. McTurk may […]
«Beetle! You’re oppressed and insulted and bullied by King. Don’t you feel it?»
«Let me alone! I can write some more poetry about him if I am, I suppose.»
«Mad! Quite mad!» said Stalky to the visitors, as one exhibiting strange beasts. «Beetle reads an ass called Brownin’, and McTurk reads […]
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Kipling, sobre leer libros:
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He gave Beetle
the run of his brown-bound,
tobacco-scented library;
prohibiting nothing,
recommending nothing.
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Prout’s house was furious because Macrea’s and Hartopp’s houses joined King’s to insult them. They called a house-meeting after dinner — an excited and angry meeting of all save the prefects, whose dignity, though they sympathized, did not allow them to attend. They read ungrammatical resolutions, and made speeches […]
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“‘Take not out your ‘ounds on a werry windy day,’” Stalky struck in. “I don’t care if you let him off.”
“Nor me,” said Beetle. “Heffy is my only joy — Heffy and King.”
“I ‘ad to do it,” said the Sergeant, plaintively.
“Right, O! Led away by bad […]
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«It’s all right. The Hefflelinga means well. But he is an ass. And we show him that we think he’s an ass. An’ so Heffy don’t love us. ‘Told me last night after prayers that he was in loco parentis,» Beetle grunted.
«The deuce he did!» cried Stalky. «That means […]
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‘But it wasn’t fair, Stalky.’
‘My Hat! You’ve been here six years,
and you expect fairness.
Well, you are a dithering idiot.»
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Una buena pieza del género
tal vez sea lo que hace Kipling
con un examen impreso de prosa latina…
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Said Beetle, after a glance: «It’s King’s Latin prose exam. paper. In—In Varrem: actio prima. What a lark!»
«Think o’ the pure-souled, high-minded boys who’d give their eyes […]