S. Thomas’ was an extraordinary business, a bit like a roller-coaster ride. Everything went astonishingly well at first. It was astonishing, because it was all so simple. The school basically needed discipline, and it proved surprisingly easy to enforce this. The masters whom I remembered fondly as dedicated teachers were pleased, because their work was rewarded, and they did not have to put up with a few of their peers endlessly missing classes and destroying the routine of class and the primacy of work.
More importantly too the boys were generally happy. I did worry sometimes about whether I was being too hard, but I was reassured on this point by one of my old friends from the Drama Society, whom I met on one of the few occasions I permitted myself to go to the Art Centre Club. He told me that the boys felt that at last they had someone who cared.