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Chapter 1
Hehadskinthesamecolourastheturf-colouredbogwaterintheshallowendofthebathandwhenhewalkedalongthesidehisfeetslappedloudlyonthewettilesandateverystephisthighsshookalittlebecausehewasfat.
Therefectorywashalfemptyandthefellowswerestillpassingoutinfile.Hecouldgoupthestaircasebecausetherewasneverapriestoraprefectoutsidetherefectorydoor.Buthecouldnotgo.Therectorwouldsidewiththeprefectofstudiesandthinkitwasaschoolboytrickandthentheprefectofstudieswouldcomeineverydaythesame,onlyitwouldbeworsebecausehewouldbedreadfullywaxyatanyfellowgoinguptotherectorabouthim.Thefellowshadtoldhimtogobuttheywouldnotgothemselves.Theyhadforgottenallaboutit.No,itwasbesttoforgetallaboutitandperhapstheprefectofstudieshadOnlysaidhewouldcomein.No,itwasbesttohideoutofthewaybecausewhenyouweresmallandyoungyoucouldoftenescapethatway.
Thefellowsathistablestoodup.Hestoodupandpassedoutamongtheminthefile.Hehadtodecide.Hewascomingnearthedoor.Ifhewentonwiththefellowshecouldnevergouptotherectorbecausehecouldnotleavetheplaygroundforthat.AndifhewentandwaspandiedallthesameallthefellowswouldmakefunandtalkaboutyoungDedalusgoinguptotherectortotellontheprefectofstudies.
Hewaswalkingdownalongthemattingandhesawthedoorbeforehim.Itwasimpossible:hecouldnot.