Headmaster :
He's turning out well, isn't he, our Father Henryson?
Father Goddard :
Certainly an enthusiast.
Headmaster :
Mind you, those who teach English Literature do have an unfair advantage.
If only we could make our Latin Julius Caesar as animated as Shakespeare's.
Do you notice how he always
tries to involve Dyson?
I like that. Poor boy must feel
terribly left out of it most of the time.
Father Goddard :
I must confess, he rather
makes my hackles rise.
Headmaster :
Does he? That's a pity.
Father Goddard :
It's, er... it's not his physical affliction,
but he seems so lacking in spirit.
Headmaster :
Well, he admires you.
And that is what you must build on.
O Caesar...
Hence! Wilt thou lift up Olympus?
Great Caesar...
Doth not Brutus bootless kneel?
Speak, hands, for me!
Headmaster :
Do you think Stanfield would make
A Good Priest?
Father Goddard :
If I can lead him in the right direction.
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