And in it he placed the Fitzwilliam
and King’s College Chapel and the lofty towered
church of the Great Saint Mary, which looketh toward
the Senate House, and King’s Parade and Trumpington
Road and the Pitt Press and the divine opening of
the Market Square and the beautiful flowing fountain
which formerly Hobson laboured to make with skilful
art; him did his father beget in the many-public-housed
Trumpington from a slavey mother, and taught him blameless
works; and he, on the other hand, sprang up like a
young shoot, and many beautifully matched horses did
he nourish in his stable, which used to convey his
rich possessions to London and the various cities of
the world; but oftentimes did he let them out to others
and whensoever anyone was desirous of hiring one of
the long-tailed horses, he took them in order so that
the labour was equal to all, wherefore do men now
speak of the choice of the renowned Hobson. And
in it he placed the close of the divine Parker, and
many beautiful undergraduates were delighting their
tender minds upon it playing cricket with one another;
and a match was being played and two umpires were
quarrelling with one another; the one saying that
the batsman who was playing was out, and the other
declaring with all his might that he was not; and
while they two were contending, reviling one another
with abusive language, a ball came and hit one of
them on the nose, and the blood flowed out in a stream,
and darkness was covering his eyes, but the rest were
crying out on all sides:
“Shy it up.”
And he could not; him then was his
companion addressing with scornful words:
“Arnold, why dost thou strive
with me since I am much wiser? Did I not see
his leg before the wicket and rightly declare him to
be out? Thee then has Zeus now punished according
to thy deserts, and I will seek some other umpire
of the game equally-participated-in-by-both-sides.”
And in it he placed the Cam, and many
boats equally rowed on both sides were going up and
down on the bosom of the deep-rolling river, and the
coxswains were cheering on the men, for they were going
to enter the contest of the scratchean fours; and
three men were rowing together in a boat, strong and
stout and determined in their hearts that they would
either first break a blood-vessel or earn for themselves
the electroplated-Birmingham-manufactured magnificence
of a pewter to stand on their hall tables in memorial
of their strength, and from time to time drink from
it the exhilarating streams of beer whensoever their
dear heart should compel them; but the fourth was
weak and unequally matched with the others, and the
coxswain was encouraging him and called him by name
and spake cheering words:
“Smith, when thou hast begun
the contest, be not flurried nor strive too hard against
thy fate; look at the back of the man before thee
and row with as much strength as the Fates spun out
for thee on the day when thou fellest between the
knees of thy mother, neither lose thine oar, but hold
it tight with thy hands.”