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The Miserable Place of Repton School
As a boy, I soon learned that the key to avoiding my father's ire was to avoid his attention altogether. He had been a military man in his youth, and he prided himself on handing down that discipline to me. Eventually, I was sent off to board at Repton School up near Manchester. The headmaster there, one John Hayrick Macaulay, was apparently an old friend of my father's. It was a miserable place, over two centuries old and very much showing it. Were it not for the relative freedom we had to roam around the nearby land and towns, I would have had a solidly miserable time there. Even when we managed to play football, it was