Lion, Tiger, Bear | 133 rushing in. Christ, dont you understand? Even back at dear old Cambridge you always complained you felt as if you were daft and ineptmissed lectures, poor marks, failing exams, disciplinary action called for on a weekly basis by every don in a dungeon. Bottom rung you were and strangely proud of it, your fertile imagination and dry-bone humor the true marker of high intelligence for those ofus-who recognized it, and I did. Few decent female friends, but the ones you had would fight to the death to defend you. Puffed up Lady Sunderland.. .boastful, contradictory, gruff, racist-minded in public, but it was the little insignificant people youd go out of your way to staunchly defend, male or female, rich or poor, to the point of fisticuffs, verbal, intellectual, physical. Tossers paradise, Cambridge. Hate bullies. I was only Dont deny it. That…pretty little Jamaican girl you defended ftom that pompous, rapist upperclassman rugger, the one you hit with the cricket bat in all the right places? The only son of the Baronet? Put all two hundred sixty pounds of him in the damn infirmary, out for the season, jaw and kneecaps asunder, cup finals lost. He was a right swine, that one. Id forgotten all The snotty club girls chastised you for weeks, called you a traitor to your social class; teacups smashed, books stolen, spat in your face and I saw it, lurking behind a wall like the frail, bookworm coward I was, that is…until I meshed with you, the sparking match that touched off my powder charge. Then you stood up to bully Mosely the Nazi- boy that night at your fathers dinner, stabbing his black soul and souring the meal but malting us all proud in the process, even tough ol Poppy. I noticed those things, remembered them, even if you didnt. Tears ran. T look down upon no one now. Its just that I… Oh shut it, Tiruxton, thats an order. Dont you understand youre different from the rest of us? You were never a berk or bottom rung, never an oversexed twit with an itch betwixt as the jealous Mitford sisters blithely referred to you. Jolly oljammy-juggy this and that, an idiot hell, I realize now you were smarter than all of us put together, you could see between the delicate layers of shadows as you skipped along without a care, between the filthy lies and lines of text; you always maintained that they were teaching us mostly rubbish and now I finally believe you, my inglorious and hilarious King James ripped in half, bullet-stopper or no. Walk between the raindrops? Hell, you damn well parted them like a misdeeding Moses, girl. Unlike most of us toffs you loved common people, learned from themwhere others shunned the lower classes, you flowered