In Paul Clifford, the eponymous hero’s tutor, Mr. Peter Mac Grawler, reflects:
“Why fret myself? –if a pupil turn out well, it is clearly to the advantage of his master; if not, to the disadvantage of himself.”Â Of course, a similar suggestion never forced itself into the mind of Dr. Keate. Â At Eton, the very soul of the honest headmaster is consumed by his zeal for the welfare of little gentlemen in stiff cravats.
(Definitely click the link: Keate was apparently “the greatest flogging Head Master, the symbol of unreformed Eton.”)
I wonder how often we indulge in similar “philosophical consolations,” especially in conversations about assessment?