Eric, or Little by Little

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Shame!” said Russell, as he saw the mark on Eric’s cheek; “what a fellow you are, Barker. Why couldn’t you let him alone for the first day at any rate?” It is getting a common practice with some fellows. One of the ripples, you see, of Brigson’s influence.”

Hatred is a most mysterious and painful phenomenon to the unhappy person who is the object of it, and more especially if he have incurred it by no one assignable reason. Why it happens that no heart can be so generous, no life so self-denying, no intentions so honourable and pure, as to shield a man from the enmity of his fellows, must remain a dark question for ever. But certain it is, that to bear the undeserved malignity of the evil-minded, to hear unmoved the sneers of the proud and the calumnies of the base, is one of the hardest lessons in life. And to Eric this opposition was peculiarly painful; he was utterly unprepared for it. In his bright joyous life at Fairholm, in the little he saw of the boys at the Latin-school, he had met with nothing but kindness and caresses, and the generous nobleness of his character had seemed to claim them as a natural element. “And now, why,” he asked impatiently, “should this bulldog sort of fellow have set his whole aim to annoy, vex, and hurt me?” Incapable himself of so mean a spirit of jealousy at superior excellence, he could not make it out; but such was the fact, and the very mysteriousness of it made it more intolerable to bear. Eric Bazilian (born 1953), American singer, songwriter, arranger and producer, member of The Hooters

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General Erich Von Klinkerhoffen, the boss of Colonel Kurt Von Strohm, Captain Alberto Bertorelli, Captain Hans Geering and Lieutenant Hubert Gruber in the TV series 'Allo 'Allo! Flat Eric, low-tech, yellow puppet character from Levi's commercials for Sta-Prest One Crease Denim Clothing Duncan produced some several vestas, and no sooner had they lighted their candle, than several of the dormitory doors began to be thrown open, and one after another all requested a light, which Duncan and Eric conveyed to them in a sort of emulous lampadephoria, so that at length all the twelve dormitories had their sconces lit, and the boys began all sorts of amusement, some in their night-shirts and others with their trousers slipped on. Leap-frog was the prevalent game for a time, but at last Graham suggested theatricals, and they were agreed on. [78] The author was a cleric and headmaster who was a pallbearer and preacher at Charles Darwin's funeral, and the grandfather of Field Marshal Bernard Montgomery. This novel was hugely influential in late Victorian England, though it fell out of fashion long ago (in Kipling's Stalky and Co, written a generation later, one of the schoolboy characters says, "Let's have no beastly Eric-ing here"). wrapped up in a revivalist tract and you've got Eric's school in a nutshell. And hardly a female in sight - it's no wonder that boys raised in this system

French: [e.ʁik]) is used in French, Erico in Italian, Érico in Portuguese. (Note some phonetically simplified modern forms may be conflated with descendants of cognate name Henry via Henrīcus, Henrik, from Proto-Germanic Haimarīks, sharing the stem *rīks.) In 1993, Anne Hunsaker Hawkins published Reconstructing Illness, a study of memoirs about the experience of disease, dysfunction or death for which she coined a new term: pathography. In a move familiar from the brief flowering of the ‘personal criticism’ movement in the late 1980s, Hawkins confessed that her academic interest had been motivated by her own father’s death: the critical work thus shared the very impulse it sought to analyse. In Reconstructing Illness, Hawkins noted a striking fact: before 1950, she had discovered only a handful of published pathographies. After 1950, the genre had haltingly emerged but then accelerated, particularly in the 1980s, with hundreds of texts published. But even more strikingly, the number of pathographies doubled again in just the six years between 1993 and 1999, when the second edition of Hawkins’ book appeared. Frank Nuessel (1992). The Study of Names: A Guide to the Principles and Topics. Westport, CT: Greenwood Press. p.11. Archived from the original on 2017-07-06.

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Yes, you bumptious young owl, it is, and that too;” and a tolerably smart slap on the face followed—leaving a red mark on a cheek already aflame with anger and indignation,—“should you like a little more?” Douglas-Fairhurst notes: ‘Farrar’s ripple is a refrain which invests the physical world with the enduring effects of an absent body, material with moral influence, and its regular reappearance means that the lines of his novel spin a moral web which is designed to clung to the reader as another form of refrain: the solemn injunction, “no more” [163] Douglas-Fairhurst draws attention to the chapter ‘Ripples’ (2:5), with its Tennysonian epigraph: ‘Our echoes roll from soul to soul,/And live for ever and for ever.’ The ‘prophetically named’ (as Douglas-Fairhurst puts it) Brigson has been expelled for using his ‘pernicious influence’ to lure Eric into vice. Expulsion doesn’t stem the problem, though. Owen and Montagu, two sixth formers, mediate on this: Inelegant Blubbering: A group of boys, led by Brigson, pelts Mr Rose with breadcrusts. Mr Rose canes Brigson, who cries like a baby and rolls around on the floor yelling 'The devil—the devil—the devil!' The other boys are so disgusted by Brigson's show of cowardice that he goes from the most popular boy in the lower forms to being scorned by everyone. Death seems a heavy price to pay for a touch of childish high-spirits; but the notorious core of the boyish sinfulness is not skipping homework, or even drinking and running away to the navy. It is something Farrar’s novel insists is far worse. In an early scene, the previously sheltered Eric overhears the other boys in his dorm engaging in indecent talk. He does not join in, but neither does he speak out and condemn it, and this lapse is enough to provoke the narrator to this outburst:

The bell had just done ringing when they had started for the school, so that Eric knew that all the boys would be by this time assembled at their work, and that he should have to go alone into the middle of them. As he walked after the servant through the long corridors and up the broad stairs, he longed to make friends with him, so as, if possible, to feel less lonely. But he had only time to get out, “I say, what sort of a fellow is Mr Gordon?” Eric Boe (born 1964), United States Air Force fighter pilot Colonel, test pilot, a Civil Air Patrol member, and a NASA astronaut Worse than that a good deal. They were doing something which, if Eric doesn’t take care, will one day be his ruin.” It's very very difficult to take this seriously from a modern point of view. Even when it was published in 1858, shortly after Tom Brown's Schooldays, it was too much for many reviewers, and it was criticized for its lachrymose and heavy-handed ways. While Tom Brown was almost universally liked and praised, the opinions on Eric were more mixed. However, it was almost as successful as Tom Brown. Many people claimed that it had a profound positive effect on them. Those two books were hugely successful, received serious critical attention and were very influential in the genre. They, along with Talbot Baines Reed's The Fifth Form at St. Dominic's, which was published 23 years later, are the most successful of Victorian schoolboy novels. Of those three, the less preachy and easiest to enjoy is The Fifth Form at St. Dominic's, but I got a lot of enjoyment from Tom Brown, too. Sure, Tom Brown's School Days is preachy, but in a healthy, optimistic, earnest way, full of life and vitality. There's no priggishness in it. Eric is well written, but it's full of priggishness. Eric Williams is a son of a British colonial official and his wife stationed in India. As was common at the time of the British Raj, Eric is sent to Britain to be educated at a boarding school—in this case Roslyn School, where he encounters the good and bad aspects of the traditional public school.Oh ay, Fanny, that’s just like you to say so; you’re always talking and prophesying; but never mind, I’m going to school, so, hurrah! hurrah! hurrah!” and he again began his capering,—jumping over the chairs, trying to vault the tables, singing and dancing with an exuberance of delight, till, catching a sudden sight of his little spaniel Flo, he sprang through the open window into the garden, and disappeared behind the trees of the shrubbery; but Fanny still heard his clear, ringing, silvery laughter, as he continued his games in the summer air. The weaknesses are many. Death and suffering were far more omnipresent to an earlier age; nevertheless Farrar piles it on rather, so much so that it veers into sentimentalism and melodrama. I feel sure the characters were modelled on real people, and are not cardboard cut outs, but in all the events that happen to them one still feels "got at", all the time, by an author with an agenda. That agenda is a pious form of religious evangelicalism which most today would find cloying. This is a book written to persuade teenage boys to be "manly" - honest, upright, god-fearing, loyal, and sexless. When we read it now we should remember that many of them were so caught up by the power of the narrative that they did try to fashion their lives just so. It's easy to laugh at things like the bizarre passage where Farrar imagines the cemeteries filled with the emaciated forms of youths who have driven themselves to insanity and death as a result of indulging in masturbation; but we shouldn't be too ready to laugh at those who honestly tried to fashion their lives according to an ideological vision which had love and selflessness at its core. Know what this reminds me of? Anyone read The Week, Jr.? They have these polls that would have completely different results if parents and children would vote separately. Instead, you have them all smooshed together, clouding the results. Like, should kids still do homework? And the poll shows 50% yes. Nonsense. Eric J. Essene (1939–2011), American professor emeritus of geosciences and a metamorphic petrologist came out emotionally stunted. Think of Kipling, Tolkien, T.H. White, to name a few: all are marvelous writers who haven't got the first clue what to do with a female character. Women are so foreign to them that the best they can do is make them into witches or temptresses.

I cannot venture to print the accounts patients have given me of what they have seen or even been drawn into at schools. I would fain hope that such abominations are things of the past, and cannot be now repeated under more perfect supervision, and wider knowledge of what is at least possible.Acton believed (erroneously, I should stress) that masturbation has terribly deleterious effects on health. Really, Eric, when boys misbehave it's usually because they enjoy it. But if it makes you feel so miserable and sad, why do you keep doing it?Mr Gordon heard a whisper, and glanced that way. “Silence!” he said, and Barker pretended to be deep in his work, while Eric, resigning himself to his fate, looked about him. What? I’m a liar, am I? Oh, we shall take this kind of thing out of you, you young cub; take that;” and a heavier blow followed. Barker was put on next. He bungled through the Latin in a grating, irresolute sort of way, with several false quantities, for each of which the next boy took him up. Then he began to construe;—a frightful confusion of nominatives without verbs, accusatives translated as ablatives, and adverbs turned into prepositions, ensued, and after a hopeless flounder, during which Mr Gordon left him entirely to himself, Barker came to a full stop; his catastrophe was so ludicrous, that Eric could not help joining in the general titter. Barker scowled. In November 2008, there were 20,000 men named Erik in Norway (appr. 0.9% of the male pop.) and 13,000 named Eirik (0.8%). Source: Statistics Norway, http://www.ssb.no/navn/) The Othello reference there is interesting, I think. It is a way of talking about sexual purity (of course), but it also carries with it an implied correlative, that the sexual sin being carefully unexpressed here is connected in some way with envy. What sin is it, anyway?