And so _very_ tactfully undistinguished in _any_ way, he is going to produce a royal personage--an outsize royal personage--of _that_ size.

You know, Redwood, I'm not sure whether there is not something almost--_treasonable_ ..." He transferred his eyes from the door to Redwood.
Redwood flung a momentary gesture--index finger erect--at the fire.

"By Jove!" he said, "he _doesn't_ know!" "That man," said Redwood, "doesn't know anything.

That was his most exasperating quality as a student.Nothing.He passed all his examinations, he had all his facts--and he had just as much knowledge--as a rotating bookshelf containing the _Times Encyclopedia_.
And he doesn't know anything _now_.

He's Winkles, and incapable of really assimilating anything not immediately and directly related to his superficial self.