The Grecians: A Dialogue on Education "In what way do you mean that a public school is loathsome?"
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James Elroy Flecker was born on 5th November 1884, in Lewisham, London.
Flecker does not seem to have enjoyed academic study and achieved only a Third-Class Honours in Greats in 1906. This did not set him up for a job in either government service or the academic world.
After some frustrating forays at school teaching he attempted to join the Levant Consular Service and entered Cambridge to study for two years. After a poor first year he pushed forward in the second and achieved First-Class honours. His reward was a posting to Constantinople at the British consulate.
However, Flecker’s poetry career was making better progress and he was beginning to garner praise for his poems including The Bridge of Fire. Unfortunately, he was also showing the first symptoms of contracting tuberculosis. Bouts of ill health were to now alternate with periods of physical well-being woven with mental euphoria and creativity.
Before his early death he managed to complete several volumes of poetry, which he continually revised, together with some prose works and plays. It was a small canon of work but on his death on 3rd January 1915, of tuberculosis, in Davos, Switzerland he was described as "unquestionably the greatest premature loss that English literature has suffered since the death of Keats".
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The Grecians - James Elroy Flecker
The Grecians: A Dialogue on Education by James Elroy Flecker
James Elroy Flecker was born on 5th November 1884, in Lewisham, London.
Flecker does not seem to have enjoyed academic study and achieved only a Third-Class Honours in Greats in 1906. This did not set him up for a job in either government service or the academic world.
After some frustrating forays at school teaching he attempted to join the Levant Consular Service and entered Cambridge to study for two years. After a poor first year he pushed forward in the second and achieved First-Class honours. His reward was a posting to Constantinople at the British consulate.
However, Flecker’s poetry career was making better progress and he was beginning to garner praise for his poems including The Bridge of Fire. Unfortunately, he was also showing the first symptoms of contracting tuberculosis. Bouts of ill health were to now alternate with periods of physical well-being woven with mental euphoria and creativity.
Before his early death he managed to complete several volumes of poetry, which he continually revised, together with some prose works and plays. It was a small canon of work but on his death on 3rd January 1915, of tuberculosis, in Davos, Switzerland he was described as unquestionably the greatest premature loss that English literature has suffered since the death of Keats
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Index of Contents
PREFACE
CHAPTER I―THE THREE ENGLISHMEN
CHAPTER II―THE AIM OF EDUCATION
CHAPTER III―PHYSICAL TRAINING
CHAPTER IV―TECHNICAL TRAINING
CHAPTER V―THE GRECIANS OR TRUE EDUCATION
AN ESSAY ON JAMES LEROY FLECKER by JC SQUIRE
JAMES ELROY FLECKER – A SHORT BIOGRAPHY
JAMES ELROY FLECKER – A CONCISE BIBLIOGRAPHY
Greek text has been kept but the images suffer from some degradation.
PREFACE
In a technical matter such as education only the experienced seem to me to have a right to speak. For this reason only I think it worth while mentioning that I was educated in one public school, and have lived most of my life in another; that I passed four years at Oxford and two at Cambridge, and that it has been my duty as civil servant to learn some eight or nine modern languages. Literature I have practised and art I have studied, but my chief claim to the kind attention of my readers is, after all, that I myself have been many times and in many places a schoolmaster.
I have tried to make this dialogue resemble real conversation, and have aimed at abruptness, vigour, and compression rather than at rounded periods and exact arrangement of subjects. And this I mention in case any reader, offended by a merely artistic violence of language, may imagine it expressive of thoughtlessness or lack of sincerity on the part of the Author.
THE BRITISH CONSULATE,
CONSTANTINOPLE,
September 1910.
CHAPTER I
THE THREE ENGLISHMEN
Outside Bologna, that old and wise city, rises a little hill with a large prospect called San Michele. The bends of the zigzag path which leads to the summit of this so magnificent hill are embellished with delectable arbours, where fat babies play and their young nurses sleep during the long drowsy evenings of late summer. Such an evening I would have you imagine: picture to yourself the babies engaged in innocent diversions, the little nurses wandering with princely lovers in the forests of their dreams.
Suddenly a tremendous trampling startled those gentle souls. A little man with hair and beard of that ferocious orange colour which we call red, with iron-rimmed spectacles bobbing on his nose, and a heavy gold watch-chain swaying against his chest, was thundering up the hill as though it had been the Matterhorn and he an enthusiast for records. A sight to make babies cry and nursemaids laugh was Henry Hofman; and strange were the. clothes of Henry Hofman, his black trousers, his Norfolk jacket, and his green tie. Funny man!
said the babies, in Italian. Pazzo inglese!
replied the nurse-maids and slept again. Hofman paid no attention: intent on higher things he crashed through a row of trees and attained the top. Then might you have seen him stalk to the parapet, wave his arms round his head with fervour and delight, and slap himself on the chest. Grand!
he cried. Magnificent!
he shouted, and had he been, as his father was, a German, he would have added, Kolossal!
Then, arms folded, foot on parapet, absurd and twisted body silhouetted against the eternal sky, he stood, he gazed, he exulted.
It was only the view over Bologna and the plain that had called forth his admiration. After all, few men are epicures in prospects. All healthy persons will climb to see a view, and it takes little to thrill these aesthetic gluttons, provided the weather be clear and they can see plenty at one time. For no regions of this world are totally unpleasing when viewed from an eminence. Henry Hofman had seen a hundred landscapes finer than this; yet this was fair enough. A hundred miles of silver plain reflected the fitful shadows of the clouds; a faint blue haze hid and hinted the Adriatic Sea; and the peculiar quiet fire of sunset deepened to crimson the cheerful red of Bologna's roofs, and shone right through the little windows of the two great towers that dominate the city. Let us leave him gazing at the Torre degli Asinelli and consider a companion of his who has just arrived, a very bad second. This grizzled, middle-aged man of uncertain aspect presents something of a contrast to Hofman. We note the new-comer's rather fine features, marred by an incessant frown; we approve the decent obscurity and neutral tint of his clothes. His raiment well brushed, without style or flair, seems to be like its wearer, to be something to which no one could reasonably object. His method of walking, moreover, is unobtrusive; his voice as he exclaims, Here we are, Hofman!
is not annoyingly brusque or strident, but verges on a mellow cheerfulness. Yet beneath the contrast which these two men present lurks resemblance; and the indefinable, ineradicable stamp of a great profession marks both those pairs of weary and watchful eyes.
Ah, it's grand!
shouted Hofman, grand! Only three days ago I was taking my horrible chemistry class, and now I am on a hill, looking at this!
He swept his arm round parallel to the horizon.
Ah, those boys indeed,
said Edwinson quietly. Yes, it is pleasant to be free of them for a little yet I am fond of them, very fond of them. At my age I couldn't give it up: I couldn't do anything else but teach. It's dull work, our trade of instruction; but there are times when I feel it's rather a grand work. Now this city, Hofman, is the foster-mother of education; Bologna has one of the oldest universities of Europe. Teaching in those days must have been much more delightful, when each new book read was a new country explored, and each pupil taught was a new friend won. What a beautiful city it is with all those useless, insolent, aspiring towers so like Oxford in a way, and so emblematic of that profitless, beautiful training of the mind we try to give.
So like the education you medievalists try to give,
grunted Hofman. I have to teach facts. But it's getting late and dark.
And all the ways are shadowy,
broke in Edwinson, quoting the stock translation of Homer. And I am hungry. Let us go down to the city and eat.
So saying the unobtrusive Edwinson took his companion's arm, a thing he had never done before during their six years of common toil, and arm-in-arm they sauntered down the hill.
To explain this unusual, almost emotional impulse on the part of Edwinson, we must remark that it was the first visit of these two men to Italy. Indeed, it was their first day in the country if we exclude the inevitable halt in dreary northern Milan. True, they had been twice abroad together before; they had been for one walking tour in Brittany, and one in the Black Forest. But as a rule Hofman spent his winter holidays with his people at Gospel Oak and visited a seaside resort Southsea or Worthing in summer. With equal regularity Edwinson retired to Hampstead, or in the bright season of the year took some of his more brilliant and attractive pupils with him for a reading party in Devonshire. This Italian journey had been a bold venture, meticulously prearranged. Expenses, routes, second class fares had been calculated with nicety and a Baedeker; and there had been much diligent self -teaching