Our followers of the rustications
of Jonathan Swift will not forget
his remedial holiday in the house-
hold of a rural divine, documented
for us by Dame Edith Sitwell, in a
bravura display of relevancy in her
biography of Alexander Pope. But to
ponder the case of our poor Roger,
having squandered the best years of
his naughtiness in pitiable exculpa-
tions, only now so belatedly to dis-
cover the blessings of rebuke in a
Federal Court, is to comprehend the
Dean's wistful trepidation on the
impending return of the lady of the
house. For, who could possibly now
deprive our Roger of his whole car-
eer's affirmation, but some insen-
itive pardoner of his cheeky pranks?
