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[Dakin is annoyed because he thinks Irwin doesn't like him
: But he doesn't understand, Irwin *does* like him. He seldom looks at anyone else. Scripps
: How do you know? Posner
: Because nor do I. Our eyes meet looking at Dakin.
[Scripps is taking the mick out of Dakin for trying to please Irwin too much
: Have you looked at your handwriting recently? You're beginning to write like him!
[turns to look at Posner's essay
: You're writin' like 'im an' all! Posner
: I am not! Dakin writes like him, I write like Dakin.
[discussing Posner liking Dakin
: Oh, Pos, with your spaniel heart. It will pass. Posner
: Yes, it's a phase. Who says I want it to pass? But the pain, the *pain*. Scripps
: Hector would say it's the only education worth having. Posner
: Yes. I just wish there were marks for it.
: Foreskins and stuff. "Oh, sir, you devil!" Scripps
: Have a heart. He's only five minutes older than we are.
: It's what you don't do. Dakin
: You don't *not wank*? Jesus, you're headed for the bin. Scripps
: It's not for ever. Dakin
: Yeah? Well, tell me on the big day and I'll stand well back.
[Fiona walks past. Dakin and Scripps gaze lustfully at her
: Lecher though one is - or aspires to be - it occurs to me that the lot of woman cannot be easy, who must suffer such inexpert male fumblings, virtually on a daily basis. Are we scarred for life, do you think? Scripps
: We must hope so.
: What makes you think he'd do it with you?
: You complacent fuck. Dakin
: Does the Archbishop of Canterbury know you talk like this?
: I just wanted to say thank you. Scripps
: So? Give him a subscription to The Spectator or a box of Black Magic. Just because you've got a scholarship doesn't mean you've got to give him unfettered access to your dick.
: No more genital massage as one speeds along leafy suburban roads. No more the bike's melancholy long withdrawing roar as he dropped you at the corner, your honour still intact.
: So how would you say thank you? Scripps
: Same as you probably. On my knees.
[about to go on the bike with Hector
: The things I do for Jesus.
[Timms is trying to duck out of Athletics
: What's the matter with you, lad? Timms
: I've got a note. Wilkes
: How much for?
: I don't *do* notes! Get changed! Timms
: Sir... Wilkes
: God doesn't do notes, either. Did Jesus Christ say, "Can I be excused the Crucifixion?" No! Scripps
: Actually, sir, I think he *did*...
: The more you read, though, the more you'll see that literature is actually about losers. Scripps
: No. Dakin
: It's consolation. All literature is consolation.
: What happened with Hector? On the bike? Scripps
: As per. Except I managed to get my bag down. I think he thought he'd got me going. In fact it was my Tudor Economic Documents, Volume 2.
: Love can be very irritating. Posner
: How do you know? Scripps
: That's what I always think about God. Must get so pissed off, everybody adoring him all the time. Posner
: Yes, only you don't catch God poncing about in his underpants.