the establishment


I never wanted to be a prefect. I suppose I just didn’t like the idea of having something forced on me. I was being told what to do and I’ve never taken to having roles thrust on me, by anybody, at any time. At the end of the previous year I’d even rejected my prizes saying that I would not be part of the establishment’s rigged, ego-massaging, prize-giving ceremonies. Despite some attempted and extensive re-assurance to the contrary, my annual placing on the league table of such esteemed nonsensical elite seemed ridiculous to me.

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