Roger Mortimer

The retired headmaster of my preparatory school dies. My godfather, who once taught me there, confided to me, ´He used to beat boys naked.´ I said, ´Well, he never beat me naked.´ He replied, ´You were all right, you were family.´

We had drinks with the Hithlops on Sunday; the farouche appearance of the younger Hithslop boy makes you look almost normal by comparison; is he rehearsing the part of St John the Baptist in a school play, do you think?

Have you considered the Church ? There is much to be said for the quiet life of a country curate. Fortunately in the Church of England an ordained priest is not committed to any but the vaguest beliefs