“School just gave Quick Lamb the pip. He was too slow to get things right the first time and too impatient to force himself to learn.”
“Quick almost never spoke in class discussion. He could never get out what he wanted to say in time. Mostly he felt breathless and confused, sometimes furious with Mr Krasnostein who baited them all about the Anzacs and the Empire. Yet there was laughter allowed, even outspokenness. After one class Krasnostein kept Quick behind.”
“Itching with dread, Quick stood by the little man’s desk.”
You have lovely handwriting, Mr Lamb, but I’m afraid your essay is anything but lovely.”
WINTON, Tim. Cloudstreet. Melbourne: Penguin Books, 2007. (pp 138,139).