Is it true, uncle, that we may be at war at any moment ?" Mr.Fentolin sighed.
"A terrible reflection, my dear boy," he admitted softly, "but, alas! the finger of probability points that way." "Then what about me ?" Gerald exclaimed.

"I don't want to complain, but listen.

You dragged me home from a public school before I could even join my cadet corps.

You've kept me banging around here with a tutor.
You wouldn't let me go to the university.

You've stopped my entering either of the services.