—Institution! Individual! cried Cranly. Go home,blast you, for you're a hopeless bloody man.
—I'm an emotional man, said Temple. That's quite rightly expressed. And I'm proud that I'm an emotionalist.
He sidled out of the alley, smiling slily. Cranly watched him with a blank expressionless face.
—Look at him! he said. Did you ever see such a goby-the-wall?
His phrase was greeted by a strange laugh from a student who lounged against the wall, his peaked cap down on his eyes. The laugh, pitched in a high key and coming from a so muscular frame, seemed like the whinny of an elephant. The student's body shook all over and, to ease his mirth, he rubbed both his hands delightedly over his groins.