The Voices.
Fiddlestrings!
Mentor.
Eh? I beg your pardon?
The Voices.
Fudge! Gammon and spinach!
Mentor.
[Piqued.] Oh, very well! Only I don’t see the good of getting a degree if I’m not allowed to know anything about anything!
A Single Voice.
Go forward! Take your fate into your own hands!