They come over here--the hungry, poverty-stricken brutes--and
they take the bread out of Englishmen's mouths, and they talk about
education. Education! who cares for education? I never could read a book
in my life without falling asleep, and I can give some of the educated
ones a start in my small way. Why, I've got a tenant--a literary
man--and he has about six pound of meat sent home in a week. There's
education for you. I say, out with the Germans!"
Rullock, the cultured man, was hurt when he heard education mentioned
lightly. He said, "Excuse _me_, friend Bowler, but I think we must
reckonise the claims of edgication. We all know you; we all respect
you, and we know you'll cut up well at the finish; but I must disagree
with you on that one subject. I'm a edgicated man--I may say that much.
My father paid sixty pound a year at boarding-school for me.
Sixty--pounds--a--year; so if I'm not edgicated, I should like to know
who is. It's a great advantage to you. Look at the position you take
when you go into a public room, and talk about any subject that comes
up.
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