the following September I started at the grammar school.

the following September I started at the grammar school. This was in a red-brick building of the kind beloved by Victorian optimists. In

📖 Sebastian Faulks

🌍 British | 👨‍💼 Novelist

🎂 April 20, 1953

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In September, I began my studies at the grammar school, a striking red-brick institution that embodies the architectural style favored by Victorian optimists. This setting evokes a sense of the past, reflecting a hopefulness associated with that era.

The school represented a new chapter in my life, filled with potential and aspirations. Its classic design not only marked a physical environment for learning but also symbolized the promise of education and growth during my formative years.

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