ABSTRACT
Is the female Senior Wrangler a bright jewel rescued from the morass of down-trampled wasted capability?
(Kenealy 1899)
Latin…was sheer delight (Park School 1930:59)
She was clever. It had not been a lie then, that ecstasy which visited her when she read A Midsummer Night’s Dream on top of the railway coach last summer. It had meant something. She had understood something. She was drunk with an intoxicating wine of gladness.
