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never sure under his feet; he was nowhere。 His final downfall
was his plete inability to attend to a question put without
suggestion。 If he had to write a formal position on the Army;
he did at last learn to repeat the few facts he knew: 〃You can
join the army at eighteen。 You have to be over five foot eight。〃
But he had all the time a living conviction that this was a
dodge and that his mon…places were beneath contempt。 Then he
reddened furiously; felt his bowels sink with shame; scratched
out what he had written; made an agonized effort to think of
something in the real position style; failed; became sullen
with rage and humiliation; put the pen down and would have been
torn to pieces rather than attempt to write another word。
He soon got used to the Grammar School; and the Grammar
School got used to him; setting him down as a hopeless duffer at
learning; but respecting him for a generous; honest nature。 Only
one narrow; domineering fellow; the Latin master; bullied him
and made the blue eyes mad with shame and rage。 There was a
horrid scene; when the boy laid open the master's head with a
slate; and then things went on as before。 The teacher got little
sympathy。 But Brangwen winced and could not bear to think of the
deed; not even long after; when he was a grown man。
He was glad to leave school。 It had not been unpleasant; he
had enjoyed the panionship of the other youths; or had
thought he enjoyed it; the time had passed very quickly; in
endless activity。 But he knew all the time that he was in an
ignominious position; in this place of learning。 He was aware of
failure all the wh