I hadn’t, up to this point, wanted to think of St. Paul’s School as they. I’d fought the dissolution of the lawns and classes and people I knew into a faceless institution, monolithic and cruel. That had felt too easy to me, too binary—what you would say if you’d never been a student there. But I was the fool. This was not the game I’d thought it was, a civilized dance of virtue and discretion. I’d been so careful and so worried. They’d just quietly been taking aim.
