THE beginning of the Lent term has always seemed to me the most savage part of the University year. Cambridge now is a dead, soulless place, where very little occurs. Varsity Rugger has lost most of its savour. The first rounds of the cuppers are most...
THE beginning of the Lent term has always seemed to me the most savage part of the University year. Cambridge now is a dead, soulless place, where very little occurs. Varsity Rugger has lost most of its savour. The first rounds of the cuppers are mostly one-sided affrays. The crew is still nebulous and immature, and its doings have not yet become a newspaper stunt.