Excerpt from Low Ceilings N the holiday following my last days at school my brother Owen and I went adventuring among the common people. It was an inconspicuous evening outing, but actually it came to mean much. It was, as it were, the moment when the first tiny crack appeared in the solemn and im mense social fabric of ours which my sister Beatrice was already scornfully dubbing the low-ceiling state. It was the evening when we first met Hugh. That is why I remember it. That is why I begin with it. Of course, even before this, Bee was showing a disturbing inclination to use her own mind, instead of the corporate mind of The Hill, in her outlook on life. She was kicking over the traces - that was how Hugh came in. About the Publisher Forgotten Books publishes hundreds of thousands of rare and classic books. Find more at www.forgottenbooks.com This book is a reproduction of an important historical work. Forgotten Books uses state-of-the-art technology to digitally reconstruct the work, preserving the original format whilst repairing imperfections present in the aged copy. In rare cases, an imperfection in the original, such as a blemish or missing page, may be replicated in our edition. We do, however, repair the vast majority of imperfections successfully; any imperfections that remain are intentionally left to preserve the state of such historical works.