9When I was fourteen or fifteen I was an odious little snob, but no worse than other boys of my own age and class. I suppose there is no place in the world where snobbery is quite so ever-present or where it is cultivated in such refined and subtle forms as in an English public school. Here at least one cannot say that English ’education’ fails to do its job. You forget your Latin and Greek within a few months of leaving school, I studied Greek for eight or ten years, and now, at thirty-three, I cannot even repeat the Greek alphabet, but your snobbishness, unless you persistently root it out like the bindweed it is, sticks by you till your grave. At school I was in a difficult position, for I was among boys who, for the most part, were much richer than myself, and I only went to an expensi
