Thenat the door of the castle the rector had shaken hands with his
fatherand mother, his soutane fluttering in the breeze, and the car had drivenoff with his
father and mother on it. They had cried to him from thecar, waving their
hands:
Goodbye, Stephen, goodbye!
Goodbye, Stephen, goodbye!
Hewas
caught in the whirl of a scrimmage and, fearful of the flashingeyes and muddy boots, bent down
to look through the legs. The fellowswere struggling and groaning and their legs were rubbing
and kicking andstamping. Then Jack Lawton's yellow boots dodged out the ball and allthe other
boots and legs ran after. He ran after them a little way andthen stopped. It was useless to run
on. Soon they would be going homefor the holidays. After supper in the study hall he would
change thenumber pasted up inside his desk from seventy-seven to seventy-six. (,
)
Several good examples of stream
of consciousness occur at the very...
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