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My men like satyrs grazing on the lawns / Shall with their goat-feet dance the antic hay. / Marlowe
Gumbril, Theodore Gumbril Junior, B. A. Oxon., sat in his oaken stall on the north side of the School Chapel and wondered, as he listened through the uneasy silence of half a thousand schoolboys to the First Lesson, pondered, as he looked up at the vast window opposite, all blue and jaundiced and bloody with nineteenth-century glass, speculated in his rapid and rambling way about the existence and the nature of God.