Do you suppose I shouldn't like the parties and all the larks afterwards and the jolly actresses and the rest?
Of course I should, for I'm a man like others.

But I tell you I haven't time.

I've flouted my father, and I'm on my honour, so to speak, to justify myself and get on.

So I mean to pass that tomfool examination and to cram down a lot of stuff in order to do so, which is of no more use to me than though I had swallowed so much brown paper.

Fool-stuff, pulped by fools to be the food of fools--that's what it is.