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'And that's another thing。 I don't know what allowance my uncle makes you； but I don't mind betting you're spending double。 All this；' he said； including in a wide sweep of his hand the evidence of profligacy about him。 It was true； my room had cast its austere winter garments； and； by not very slow stages； assumed a richer wardrobe。 'Is that paid for？' （the box of a hundred cabinet Partagas on the sideboard） 'or those？' （a dozen frivolous； new books on the table） 'or those？' （a Lalique decanter and glasses） 'or that peculiarly noisome object？' （a human skull lately purchased from the School of Medicine； which； resting in a bowl of roses； formed； at the moment； the chief decoration of my table。 It bore the motto 'Et in Arcadia ego' inscribed on its forehead。）
'Yes；' I said； glad to be clear of one charge。 'I had to pay cash for the skull。'
'You can't be doing any work。 Not that that matters； particularly if you're making something of your career elsewhere … but are you？ Have you spoken at the Union or at any of the clubs？ Are you connected with any of the magazines？ Are you even making a position in the O。U。D。S。？ And your clothes！' continued my cousin。 'When you came up I remember advising you to dress as you would in a country house。 Your present get…up seems an unhappy promise between the correct wear for a theatrical party at Maidenhead and a glee…singing petition in a garden suburb。
'And drink … no one minds a man getting tight once or twice a term。 In fact； he ought to； on certain occasions。 But I hear you're constantly seen drunk in the middle of the afternoon。'
He paused； his duty discharged。 Already the perplexities of the examination school were beginning to reassert themselves in his mind。
'I'm sorry； Jasper；' I said。 'I know it must be embarrassing for you； but I happen to like this bad set。 I like getting drunk at luncheon； and though I haven't yet spent quite double my allowance； I undoubtedly shall before the end of term。 I usually have a glass of champagne about this time。 Will you join me？'
So my cousin Jasper despaired and； I learned later； wrote to his father on the subject of my excesses who； in his turn； wrote to my father； who took no action or particular thought in the matter； partly because he had disliked my uncle for nearly sixty years and partly because； as Jasper had said； he lived in his own world now； since my mother's death。
Thus； in broad outline； Jasper sketched the more prominent features of my first year； some detail may be added on the same scale。
I had mitted myself earlier to spend the Easter vacation with Collins and； though I would have broken my word without punction and left my former friend friendless； had Sebastian made a sign； no sign was made； accordingly Collins and I spent several economical and instructive weeks together in Ravenna。 A bleak wind blew from the Adriatic among those mighty tombs。 In an hotel bedroom designed for a warmer season； I wrote long letters to Sebastian and called daily at the post： office for his answers。 There were two； each from a different address； neither giving any plain news of himself； for he wrote in a style of remote fantasy … 。。。'Mummy and two attendant poets have three bad colds in the head； so I have e here。 It is the feast of S。 Nichodemus of Thyatira； who was martyred by having goatskin nailed to his pate； and is accordingly the patron of bald heads。 Tell Collins； who I am sure will be bald before us。 There are too many people here； but one； praise heaven！ Has an ear trumpet； and that keeps me in good humour。 And now I must try to catch a fish。 It is too far to send it to you so I will keep the backbone。。。' … which left me fretful。 Collins made notes for a little thesis pointing out the inferiority of the original mosaics to their photographs。 Here was planted the seed of what became his life's harvest。 When； many years later； there appeared the first massive volume of his still unfinished work on Byzantine Art； I was touched to find among two pages of polite； preliminary acknowledgements of debt； my own name： '。。。to Charles Ryder； with the aid of whose all…seeing yes I first saw the Mausoleum of Galla Placidia and San Vitale。。。'
I sometimes wonder whether； had it not been for Sebastian； I might have trodden the same path as Collins round the cultural water…wheel。 My father in his youth sat for All Souls and； in a year of hot petition； failed； other successes and honours came his way later； but that early failure impressed itself on him； and through him on me； so that I came up with an ill…considered sense that there lay the proper and natural goal of the life of reason。 I； too； should doubtless have failed； but； having failed； I might perhaps have slipped into a less august academic life elsewhere。 It is conceivable； but not； I believe； likely； for the hot spring of anarchy rose from the depths where was no solid earth； and burst into the sunlight … a rainbow in its cooling vapours … with a power the rocks could not repress。
In the event； that Easter vacation formed a short stretch of level road in the precipitous descent of which Jasper warned me。 Descent or ascent？ It seems to me that I grew younger daily with each adult habit that I acquired。 I had lived a lonely childhood and a boyhood； straitened by war and overshadowed by bereavement； to the hard bachelordom of English adolescence； the premature dignity and authority of the school system； I had added； a sad and grim strain of my own。 Now； that summer term with Sebastian； it seemed as though I was being given a brief spell of what I had never known； a happy childhood； and though its toys were silk shirts and liqueurs and cigars and its naughtiness high in the catalogue of grave sins； there was something of nursery freshness about us that fell little short of the joy of innocence。 At the end of the term I took my first schools； it was necessary to pass； if I was to remain at Oxford and pass I did； after a week in which I forbade Sebastian my rooms and sat up to a late hour； with iced black； coffee and charcoal biscuits； cramming myself with the neglected texts。 I remember no syllable of them now； but the other； more ancient lore which I acquired that term will be with me in one shape or another to my last hour。
'I like this bad set and I like getting drunk at luncheon'； that was enough then。 Is more needed now？
Looking back； now； after twenty years； there is little I would have left undone or done otherwise。 I could match my cousin Jasper's game…cock maturity with a sturdier fowl。 I could tell him that all the wickedness of that time was like the spirit they mix with the pure grape of the Douro； heady stuff full of dark ingredients； it at once enriched and retarded the whole process of adolescence as the spirit checks the fermentation of the wine； renders it undrinkable； so； that it must lie in the dark year in； year out； until it is brought up at last fit for the table。
I could tell him； too； that to know and love one other； human being is the root of all wisdom。 But I felt no need for these sophistries as I sat before my cousin； saw him； freed from his inconclusive struggle with Pindar； in his dark grey suit； his white