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Good
form
!
However
much
he
may
have
degenerated
,
he
still
knew
that
this
is
all
that
really
matters
.
From
far
within
him
he
heard
a
creaking
as
of
rusty
portals
,
and
through
them
came
a
stern
tap-tap-tap
,
like
hammering
in
the
night
when
one
can
not
sleep
.
'
Have
you
been
good
form
to-day
?
'
was
their
eternal
question
.
'
Fame
,
fame
,
that
glittering
bauble
,
it
is
mine
,
'
he
cried
.
'
Is
it
quite
good
form
to
be
distinguished
at
anything
?
'
the
tap-tap
from
his
school
replied
.
'
I
am
the
only
man
whom
Barbecue
feared
,
'
he
urged
;
'
and
Flint
himself
feared
Barbecue
.
'
'
Barbecue
,
Flint
--
what
house
?
'
came
the
cutting
retort
.
Most
disquieting
reflection
of
all
,
was
it
not
bad
form
to
think
about
good
form
?
His
vitals
were
tortured
by
this
problem
.
It
was
a
claw
within
him
sharper
than
the
iron
one
;
and
as
it
tore
him
,
the
perspiration
dripped
down
his
tallow
countenance
and
streaked
his
doublet
.
Ofttimes
he
drew
his
sleeve
across
his
face
,
but
there
was
no
damming
that
trickle
.
Ah
,
envy
not
Hook
.
There
came
to
him
a
presentiment
of
his
early
dissolution
.
It
was
as
if
Peter
's
terrible
oath
had
boarded
the
ship
.
Hook
felt
a
gloomy
desire
to
make
his
dying
speech
,
lest
presently
there
should
be
no
time
for
it
.
