CHAPTER FIVE
Student life now began, and a new town to explore. It was not Oxford or Cambridge, but an interesting seaport. I left home without a pang, and my parents, proud and stately, bade me a gracious adieu. I settled in a hostel, and quickly made new friends.
Everyone's idea of student life is the same, and it is true, inasmuch as students try half-consciously to live in accordance with it. The pattern is one of sport and idling, violent last-minute spurts of work, outbreaks of disorder, exploits to help some oppressed minority somewhere, all-night arguments on philosophy or modern art, passionate friendships with one's own s*x, masquerades and practical jokes, "good times" with barmaids and shopgirls.
All of this I had, including the emotional friendship, though my aesthetic soul
