We schoolmasters must temper discretion with deceit.
We are American at puberty. We die French.
All this fuss about sleeping together. For physical pleasure I'd sooner go to my dentist any day.
All fates are โworse than deathโ.
How ungenerously in later life we disclaim the virtuous moods of our youth, living in retrospect long, summer days of unreflecting dissipation.
You spend the first term at Oxford meeting interesting and exciting people and the rest of your time there avoiding them