A teacher's manual accompanying the Breasted-Huth ancient history maps

I achieved none of these. I achieved something far more magnificent. I was awarded an Unclassified, which included a letter to the school. I don’t think my father was hugely surprised when the results came through in the summer holidays. At least I had passed Maths, that was the great thing. I decided, as my third year began, my Sixth Form year, that I would do English, French and Ancient History for A level. My father tried, with half-hearted idealism to suggest that there would be more of a challenge to me intellectually if I chose Maths, but my choice prevailed. Some two or three weeks after my fifteenth birthday, therefore, I was a member of Lower VIA. I was far too young to be a sixth former. Too young literally, and much too young if one believed Gerard Vaughan’s diagnosis of ‘developmental delay’. I had the joy of Rory Stuart, a remarkable teacher. Actually a Cambridge classicist of distinction, his enthusiasm (and he was the living embodiment of that divine Greek quality) had turned to English Literature ...»