I will not mention it by name, because I don't think the masters would be proud of my connection with it.

I ran away three times, and was flogged three times.

I made four aristocratic connections, and had four pitched battles with them: three thrashed me, and one I thrashed.

I learned to play at cricket, to hate rich people, to cure warts, to write Latin verses, to swim, to recite speeches, to cook kidneys on toast, to draw caricatures of the masters, to construe Greek plays, to black boots, and to receive kicks and serious advice resignedly.

Who will say that the fashionable public school was of no use to me after that?
After I left school, I had the narrowest escape possible of intruding myself into another place of accommodation for distinguished people; in other words, I was very nearly being sent to college.