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Portrait of Max Pemberton Max Pemberton,  Varsity Tales — IV. The Proctor (1896)

“ Yet a proctor is only human. Strip him of his gown and bands, examine his flexors and extensors, and you might even come to a profound contempt for him. This, unfortunately, is not permitted even to the most curious freshman; the giant's robe hedges about even a liliputian proctor with the glamour of the unpleasant office. Your cigar goes up your sleeve, driven there by a subtle instinct, when he approaches; your broken hat seems to gather itself together and to tremble upon your head. ”
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Portrait of Max Pemberton Max Pemberton,  Varsity Tales — IV. The Proctor (1896)

“ Yet a moment's reflection should convince us that the soul of the good proctor goes to Andrew's Street, there to stalk a heaven paved with the third parts of pounds, and peopled with undergraduates who cannot run. No Sisyphine tortures mar this haven of bliss. Fines are not paid with farthings; strangers are not arrested to mock and scorn. The good proctor demands his six-and-eight through eternity. The ages are forgotten but his mouth is perpetual, and his bulldogs never lose their wind. ”
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Portrait of Max Pemberton Max Pemberton,  Varsity Tales — IV. The Proctor (1896)

“ The freshman believes no such tale. A proctor to him is a ghostly apparition rising up from the limbo of lost policemen. The bulldogs are resurrected assassins lusting for horrid deeds. By-and-bye when he has forgotten his desire to see such rogues, and has brought himself to believe that proctor are myths, and that practically you can wear any sort of cap, and smoke where and when you like in Cambridge, his system receives a shock. ”
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