“From that school he went to a cheap, third-rate public school. It was a poor spurious place. It aped the great public schools with their traditions of High Anglicanism, cricket and Latin verses, and it had a school song called “The Scrum of Life’ in which God figured as the great referee. But it lacked the chief virtue of the great public schools, their atmosphere of literary scholarship. The boys learned as nearly as possible nothing. There was not enough caning to make them swallow the dreary rubbish of the curriculum, and the wretched underpaid masters were not the kind from whom one absorbs wisdom unawares. Flory left the school a barbarous young lout.”
George Orwell, “Burmese Days”, 1935.
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