The best teaching I ever experienced was at Exeter. Yale was a distinct letdown afterward.
Exeter City's trip to Old Trafford will be a great day for their fans but that is about it - they won't get the result they want against Manchester United.
The summer of 1943 at Exeter was as happy a time as I ever had in my life.
My faith grew strong, and I sent a letter (as I was ordered) to the Rev. Dignitary of the Cathedral of Exeter. I was assured, before I sent it, he would not answer it.
Exeter was, I suspect, more crucial in my life than in the lives of most members of my class, and conceivably, than in the lives of almost anyone else who ever attended the school.
Thomas: I fetched those beef fillets for you ma'am. Mrs. Dashwood: It was far less expensive in Exeter. Anyway, it's for Marianne.
Wouldn't you like to be my lord Duke of Exeter? Come on, Dom. Say something." "You have lost your mind." "Say something less insulting.
Even though I went to Exeter and Yale, and I enjoyed all the trappings of those places, I think at the same time - and maybe it's because I'm an immigrant kid and not white - there was always this other consciousness; that is, I was conscious of ever...
Charles: So what's your story? You the poor kid that never got to go to Exeter or Andover? Nash: Despite my privileged upbringing, I'm actually quite well-balanced. I have a chip on both shoulders.
Randy: [Frank and Charlie have arrived unexpected at Frank's brother's house for Thanksgiving. Randy opens the door and the smile on his face disappears] Yes? Lt. Col. Frank Slade: Yes! Who is this? Randy: It's Randy. Lt. Col. Frank Slade: Randy? You...
