As Havistock hyperbolically explains, “The world of the private school,” at least as Prescott envisions it, is at an end: “The world of the gentleman and his ideals. The world of personal honor and a Protestant God. When a civilization crumbles, it crumbles all together…[including] Francis Prescott with Horace Havistock” (53). Prescott initially dismisses his friend (“You’ll be telling me I should retire next”), only to announce his retirement the next week (54). His successor, Duncan Moore, then initiates a series of reforms against which he can only rage. When he and Aspinwall discuss the fact “that Mr. Moore was considering a Negro boy for next year’s first form,” Prescott nobly claims that he would have done so had he found “boys who could really profit from Justin” (297). While his never having done so in sixty years as headmaster makes this claim doubtful, what he says next is more telling: “I’d never take just one, or maybe two, to wear as feathers in my liberal cap!” (emphasis added; 297). While championing progress in the abstract, actual proof of WASP hegemony’s slipping grip on Justin Martyr here provokes a strong defensive reaction from Prescott, who feels displaced by the
As Havistock hyperbolically explains, “The world of the private school,” at least as Prescott envisions it, is at an end: “The world of the gentleman and his ideals. The world of personal honor and a Protestant God. When a civilization crumbles, it crumbles all together…[including] Francis Prescott with Horace Havistock” (53). Prescott initially dismisses his friend (“You’ll be telling me I should retire next”), only to announce his retirement the next week (54). His successor, Duncan Moore, then initiates a series of reforms against which he can only rage. When he and Aspinwall discuss the fact “that Mr. Moore was considering a Negro boy for next year’s first form,” Prescott nobly claims that he would have done so had he found “boys who could really profit from Justin” (297). While his never having done so in sixty years as headmaster makes this claim doubtful, what he says next is more telling: “I’d never take just one, or maybe two, to wear as feathers in my liberal cap!” (emphasis added; 297). While championing progress in the abstract, actual proof of WASP hegemony’s slipping grip on Justin Martyr here provokes a strong defensive reaction from Prescott, who feels displaced by the