Come, friendly bombs, and fall on Slough,
                It isn't fit for humans now.
                There isn't grass to graze a cow.
                Swarm over, Death!

        The poet does not mention it in the poem, but the real reason as to why Slough can be bombed is that, situtated there is a third-rate sham of a school called Eton College.
        Never mind that; I was only joking. But the point is, I was at Harrow for almost two years and consequently, I have been infected with Harrovianism. Now, I am not saying that I regret ever having been ther; it was a good experience I got a lot out of, and there's no denying it. However, the attitude inherent in Harrovianism is now incongruous with the person that I have become.
        Let's take for example what happens if I see a working class person act distastefully and without manners. The first thing that immediately springs to my mind is to utter "bloody pikes!" A 'pike' is the term that Harrovians commonly use to indicate a common, 'vulgar' person. Synonyms include 'chav' and 'pleb'.
        I know that now the time has come for me to shake off this mindset; my new ideology dictates that the poor are not something to look down upon, but my brothers. But it's hard to do. Old soldiers aren't the only things that don't die; habits are another.