Maybe it is, but I hardly think so.

Perhaps I went back to lectures too soon after the war.

I was hardly fit, I guess, and the whole thing, the inside life, the infernal grind of lectures, the idiotic serious mummery of the youngsters, those blessed kids who should have been spanked by their mothers--the whole thing sickened me in three months.

If I had waited perhaps I might have done better at the thing.

I don't know--hard to tell." The boy paused, looking into the fire.
"It was my fault, boy," said the father hastily.