Jack was still not quite sure how Darling had managed to swing them a shared staircase with no one else on it for their final year. "Interlopers, my dear Jonathan," Darling had said, "are not to be borne in this, our collegiate idyll."
i was rereading this last night and it occurred to me that perhaps it had not reached everyone it ought so here is an enthusiastic rec for it. this is an original short story about two gents at Cambridge who attend a ball in London, have a wonderfully queer time, and come to some realizations. it’s a perfect bon mot of a story.
a part of adult life you never really realize as a child is the constant need for bowls in so many different sizes. you're always doing something and going "man i wish i had the right size bowl for this" no matter how many bowl sizes you have
Brass rubbing from funerary monument in Hildersham, Cambridgeshire, c.1485. Black wax on paper. 39 x 23 1/16 in. (99 x 58.5 cm). Courtesy of the Society of Antiquaries of London. Photo: Todd White Art Photography Ltd.