There was something beyond all shooting and riding and wrestling fame and the breath of growing things.

There was another world with reachable prizes and much to feed upon.

He must wear medals, metaphorically, and eat his fill, in time.
The high-school is really the first telescope through which a boy so born and bred looks fairly out upon this planet.

The astronomer who instructs him is often of just the sort for the labor, a being also climbing, one not to be a high-school principal forever, but using this occupation merely as a stepping-stone upon his ascending journey.

If he be conscientious, he instils, together with his information that all Gaul is divided and that a parasang is not something to eat, also the belief that the game sought is worth the candle, and that hard study is not wasted time.