Edward Hopper Sunday painting

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"Now, look here, young fellow! I beg Your doggone pardon --"
But, good officer that he was, he must have felt that Grand Tutors somehow outranked professor-generals, for when I raised my hand he fell silent. I was not condemning him or calling him a hypocrite, I explained, and would as leave save the matter for another conversation -- but valid as was Enos Enoch's dictum that students Commence or fail individually, never by classes, and admirable as was the virtue of self-reliance, I could not see that Reginald Hector exemplified either very well. How could he regard himself as beholden to none, when his brother had made possible his whole, his famous philanthropy, even his ma? Very possibly he had been a good professor-general and chancellor; very possibly his liberality was authentic -- but those talents and virtues were empty abstractions without Ira Hector's wherewithal and influence. "You Certified me Yourself!" he said angrily.
I smiled. "But that was before you'd Certifiedme, so it isn't quite valid." If he really wished to show his self-reliance, I suggested -- now that he was out of a job anyway -- why did he not chuck all sinecures and go to the goats, as Max had done?