The R. C. Hostel is a rare fine relic of the past. It boasts a leaky roof, mouldering walls, dilapidated doors and windows, and dank fusty, musty, cobwebbed and mildewed innards. The young Rottingbrainian is thus vouchsafed the great good fortune of actually inhabiting a matchless archaeological monument. Furthermore, being scientifically exposed to all the winds and waters of heaven, he has the double advantage of leading a domestic and an open-air life together. He is thus systematically hardened, toughened and seasoned against all kinds of bad weather.
Life is one long nasty weather itself.
And no Rottingbrainian can ever be troubled by it in future. If the Rottingbrain accommodation takes care to toughen the exterior of a student, Rottingbrain food toughens, takes care to toughen, his interior. The lay public can have no idea of the immense good which this technically perfect nourishment does to the human system. Educational theorists have laid down that education is a preparation for life. I venture to declare that no educational institution in existence follows this high principle so closely and so thoroughly as does Rottingbrain.