Here's a find, a joy for these who liked the early books of Sylvia Townsend Warner and of Edith Olivier and of Robert Nathan. Slight and a bit awry in the plot but on such fun to read. It's a school story, with Mr. Thompson, the eccentric mathematics teacher, capturing even the most hard hearted by his very eccentricities and charming contrariness. We have him discoursing on everything under the sun, philosophizing on the gods of the school, attempting to rule out of his life his poetry, which will crop out unexpectedly, and finding himself with a growing fondness for sherry. Unfortunately, he falls in love and his bubble is pricked, but he goes off with the tinkers and we feel sure he finds the pot at the end of the rainbow.