Arthur lay in the mud and squelched at Mr Prosser of the College of Teaching.
“I’m afraid you’re going to have to accept it,” said Mr Prosser gripping his fur hat and rolling it round the top of his head, “this College of Teaching has got to be built and it’s going to be built!”
“You haven’t had much support from teachers yet,” said Arthur, “why’s it going to be built?”
Mr Prosser shook his finger at him for a bit, then stopped and put it away again.
“What do you mean, why’s it got to be built?” he said. “It’s a College of Teaching. You’ve got to build a College of Teaching.” He shifted his weight from foot to foot, but it was equally uncomfortable on each.
After a moment, he said: “You were quite entitled to make any suggestions or protests at the appropriate time you know.”
“Appropriate time?” hooted Arthur. “Appropriate…
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