“Thank you, Harriet. Shall we now resume our interrupted holiday? Oh, my lost youth. Here are the ducks coming up for the remains of our sandwiches. Twenty-three years ago I fed these identical ducks with these identical sandwiches.” “Ten years ago, I too fed them to bursting-point.” “And ten and twenty years hence the same ducks and the same undergraduates will share the same ritual feast, and the ducks will bite the undergraduates’ fingers as they have just bitten mine. How fleeting are all human passions compared with the massive continuity of ducks.... Be off, cullies that’s the lot.”
