Mor and Nan in "Sandcastle"
Mor
Was a housemaster of St. Brides school.
He suffered deeply from the discovery that his wife was the stronger. He was continually offended. The early years of their marriage had been happy enough. At that time he and Nan had talked nothing but themselves. When this subject failed Mor made the discovery that he was tied for life to a being who could withdraw herself from him and become independent.
“You live in a dream world. Neither of your children are clever, and you’ve already caused them enough unhappiness, but pretending that they are.”
Mor had hoped to be able to educate his wife.
It was a safe Labour seat. Mor was deeply interested in the idea (to become the local candidate)…”you haven’t the personality to be a public man.”
He enjoyed teaching, and knew that he did it well. His authority and prestige in the school stood high.
Ever since Mor had come to school, some ten years ago, he had been Demoyte’s lieutenant and right-hand man, the intermediary between the Head and the staff.
Demoyte would have liked Mor to succeed him as Head but St Bride’s was a church of England foundation, and at least a nominal faith of an Anglican variety was required by the Governors in any candidate for the Headship. This item Mor could not supply.
Mor had been brought up as a Methodist. He believed profoundly in complete truthfulness as the basis and condition of all virtue.
Mor found himself wondering whether Miss Carter remembered with any sort of interest that in the garden last night she had taken his hand in hers.
Mor disapproved of secrets.
“Freedom is not exactly what I would call a virtue. Freedom might be called a benefit of a sort of grace – though of course to seek it or to gain it might be proof of merit.”
Mor hated it when he caught himself trying to be clever. Sometimes the temptation was strong. An adult education class will often contain persons who have come merely to parade a certain view-point, and with no intention of
Was a housemaster of St. Brides school.
He suffered deeply from the discovery that his wife was the stronger. He was continually offended. The early years of their marriage had been happy enough. At that time he and Nan had talked nothing but themselves. When this subject failed Mor made the discovery that he was tied for life to a being who could withdraw herself from him and become independent.
“You live in a dream world. Neither of your children are clever, and you’ve already caused them enough unhappiness, but pretending that they are.”
Mor had hoped to be able to educate his wife.
It was a safe Labour seat. Mor was deeply interested in the idea (to become the local candidate)…”you haven’t the personality to be a public man.”
He enjoyed teaching, and knew that he did it well. His authority and prestige in the school stood high.
Ever since Mor had come to school, some ten years ago, he had been Demoyte’s lieutenant and right-hand man, the intermediary between the Head and the staff.
Demoyte would have liked Mor to succeed him as Head but St Bride’s was a church of England foundation, and at least a nominal faith of an Anglican variety was required by the Governors in any candidate for the Headship. This item Mor could not supply.
Mor had been brought up as a Methodist. He believed profoundly in complete truthfulness as the basis and condition of all virtue.
Mor found himself wondering whether Miss Carter remembered with any sort of interest that in the garden last night she had taken his hand in hers.
Mor disapproved of secrets.
“Freedom is not exactly what I would call a virtue. Freedom might be called a benefit of a sort of grace – though of course to seek it or to gain it might be proof of merit.”
Mor hated it when he caught himself trying to be clever. Sometimes the temptation was strong. An adult education class will often contain persons who have come merely to parade a certain view-point, and with no intention of