No one on our Course, not even Lieutenant Flake, has dared to buy a waistcoat yet, but we watch our instructors enviously and wait for the day. ... Above us, full of clickings, buzzes, oscillations, wiring diagrams and Wrens broods the Hall itself, casting a shadow over the summer day. ... is almost invariably placed behind an even larger obstruction, and beat up and down on the handle like a tom-tom.
|Author||:||Barrie H. Kent|
|Publisher||:||Permanent Publications - 2004-04|