He swore (young Tyson was always swearing) that he would raise himself out of all that; he would distinguish himself at any cost.

(As a matter of fact the cost was borne by the Baptist minister.) The world (represented then by his tutor and a few undergraduates), the world that he suspected of looking down on him, or more intolerable still, of patronizing him, should be compelled to admire him.

And the world, being young and generous, did admire him without any strong compulsion.

At Oxford the City tailor's son scribbled, talked, debated furiously; the excited utterance of the man of the people, naked and unashamed, passed for the insolence of the aristocrat of letters.

He crowned himself with _kudos_.