Anti-Climacus

LINK: PooterGeek's post reminds me fondly of my junior high days, and also reminds me of this bit from Robert Graves' Goodbye to All That:

"Yet when we had said our very worst of Charterhouse, I reminded him, or he me, I forget which: 'Of course, the trouble is that at any given time one always finds at least two really decent masters in the school, among the forty or fifty, and ten really decent fellows among the five or six hundred. We shall always remember them, and have Lot's feelings about not damning Sodom for the sake of just ten persons*. And in another twenty years' time we'll forget this conversation and think that we were mistaken, and that perhaps everybody, with a few criminal exceptions, was fairly average decent, and say: "I was a young fool then, insisting on impossible perfection," and we'll send our sons to Charterhouse for sentiment's sake, and they'll go through all we did.'"

*Which reminds me of this, one of the all-time great time-wasters when you have actual work you should be doing.