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"'Croquet's my game, said the Pinky Dinky, and felt a man condescended." "But what the devil do they think they're up to, anyhow?" roared old Hatherleigh suddenly, dropping plump into bottomless despair. We felt we had still failed to get at the core of the mystery of the Pinky Dinky. We tried over things about his religion. "The Pinky Dinky goes to King's Chapel, and sits and feels in the dusk.
Hatherleigh got him to come, arranged a sort of meeting for him at Redmayne's rooms in King's, and was very proud and proprietorial. It failed to stir Cambridge at all profoundly. Beyond a futile attempt to screw up Hatherleigh made by some inexpert duffers who used nails instead of screws and gimlets, there was no attempt to rag.
There was a type, or at least there seemed to us to be a type I'm a little doubtful at times now whether after all we didn't create it for which Hatherleigh invented the nickname the "Pinky Dinkys," intending thereby both contempt and abhorrence in almost equal measure.
We spent one evening at least during that reading party upon the Pinky Dinky; we sat about our one fire after a walk in the rain it was our only wet day smoked our excessively virile pipes, and elaborated the natural history of the Pinky Dinky. We improvised a sort of Pinky Dinky litany, and Hatherleigh supplied deep notes for the responses.
"I shouldn't have thought you'd have believed in the like of that but I do that old devil's dam, dame Parker, that lives alone up in Hatherleigh Wood, got gibbering some infernal nonsense at me the other day, for shooting her black cat. I made the cross in the road though, so I suppose it won't come to anything." "Perhaps not," said Lee; "but I'd sooner kill a man than a black cat."
Let me turn your face to the light and see if I can recognise the little lad whom I used to carry pickaback across Hatherleigh Water." Sam looked in his face such a kindly good placid face, that it seemed beautiful, though by some rules it was irregular and ugly enough. The Dean laid his hand on Sam's curly head, and said, "God bless you, Samuel Buckley," and won Sam's heart for ever.
Let's out with it. There's too much Decency altogether about this Infernal University!" We rose to his challenge a little awkwardly and our first talk was clumsy, there were flushed faces and red ears, and I remember Hatherleigh broke out into a monologue on decency. "Modesty and Decency," said Hatherleigh, "are Oriental vices. The Jews brought them to Europe.
We made long afternoon and evening raids over the Downs towards Arundel, and would come tramping back through the still keen moonlight singing and shouting. We formed romantic friendships with one another, and grieved more or less convincingly that there were no splendid women fit to be our companions in the world. But Hatherleigh, it seemed, had once known a girl whose hair was gloriously red.
"The Pinky Dinky for all his fun and levity has a clean mind." "A thoroughly clean mind. Not like Esmeer's the Pig!" "If once he began to think about sex, how could he be comfortable at croquet?" "It's their Damned Modesty," said Hatherleigh suddenly, "that's what's the matter with the Pinky Dinky. It's Mental Cowardice dressed up as a virtue and taking the poor dears in.
"The Pinky Dinky says suddenly while he is making the tea, 'We're all being frightfully funny. It's time for you to say something now." "The Pinky Dinky shakes his head and says: 'I'm afraid I shall never be a responsible being. And he really IS frivolous." "Frivolous but not vulgar," said Esmeer. "Pinky Dinkys are chaps who've had their buds nipped," said Hatherleigh.
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