C.P.Snow

The Masters

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The fourth in the Strangers and Brothers series begins with the dying Master of a Cambridge college. His imminent demise causes intense rivalry and jealousy amongst the other fellows. Former friends become enemies as the election looms.

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412 printed pages
Publication year
2010
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  • Julia Diorloverhas quoted8 years ago
    Jago did not speak again. He went out early, and I followed him, but he did not wish to say a word or hear one. He did not even wish for silent company along the path. In the blustering night, under the college lamps, he walked away. I watched him walk alone, back to his house.
  • Julia Diorloverhas quoted8 years ago
    He waited. Then he said: ‘I had to break the news to one or two of our colleagues in hall tonight. I hadn’t thought of it myself; but they pointed out there was a consequence we couldn’t put aside.’
    He waited again, then said quickly: ‘In a few weeks, in a few months at most, the college will have to elect a new Master.’
    ‘Yes,’ I said.
    ‘When the time arrives, we shall have to do it in a hurry,’ said Jago. ‘I suppose before then we shall have made up our minds whom we are going to elect.’
  • Julia Diorloverhas quoted8 years ago
    ‘I’m relieved to find you in, Eliot,’ he said, looking at me across the fireplace. ‘I had to see you tonight. I shouldn’t have rested if I’d had to wait until the morning.’
    ‘What has happened?’
    ‘You know,’ said Jago, ‘that they were examining the Master today?’
    I nodded. ‘I was going to ask at the Lodge tomorrow morning.’
    ‘I can tell you,’ said Jago. ‘I wish I couldn’t!’
    He paused, and went on: ‘He went into hospital last night. They put a tube down him this morning and sent him home. The results came through just before dinner. It is utterly hopeless. At the very most – they give him six months.’
    ‘What is it?’
    ‘Cancer. Absolutely inoperable.’ Jago’s face was dark with pain. He said: ‘I hope that when my time comes it will come in a kinder way.’
    We sat silent. I thought of the Master, with his confidential sarcasms, his spare and sophisticated taste, his simple religion. I thought of the quarrels he and Jago had had for so many years.
    Though I had not spoken, Jago said: ‘It’s intolerable to me, Eliot, to think of Vernon Royce going like this.
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