As for training on raw chops, giving up wine, living like the very deuce and all, as if you were in a monastery, and changing yourself into a mere bag of bones--it's utter bosh.

You might as well be in purgatory; besides, it's no more credit to win then than if you were a professional." "But you must have trained at Christ Church, Rock, for the Eight ?" asked another Guardsman, Sir Vere Bellingham; "Severe," as he was christened, chiefly because he was the easiest-going giant in existence.
"Did I! men came to me; wanted me to join the Eight; coxswain came, awful strict little fellow, docked his men of all their fun--took plenty himself though! Coxswain said I must begin to train, do as all his crew did.

I threw up my sleeve and showed him my arm;" and the Seraph stretched out an arm magnificent enough for a statue of Milo.

"I said, 'there, sir, I'll help you thrash Cambridge, if you like, but train I won't for you or for all the University.

I've been Captain of the Eton Eight; but I didn't keep my crew on tea and toast.