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Years later, at their graduation jubilee, the former classmates, now respectable middle-aged men, reminisce fondly about their schooldays. The narrative then reconstructs what those years were really like and reveals which of them committed the murder.
Drilling dead-language grammar, rote declensions and pointless exam material teaches no usable knowledge. It is valued because it teaches submission to arbitrary authority. The school's real product is compliant functionaries who have learned to fear error and defer to rank, and the curiosity and vitality of adolescence are sacrificed to produce them.
Adults who were stunted by an institution later describe it as 'the best years of our lives' and praise its rigor. This rewriting lets them avoid admitting what was taken from them. Read reunion sentimentality as a symptom of damage, not as evidence that the system worked.
The boys who suffered under tyrannical masters grow into lawyers, officials and pillars of bourgeois respectability who send their own sons to the same schools. They defend the same methods. Because the institution reproduces itself through its victims, individual rebellion, even murder, changes nothing in the structure.