PHILIP. Is it? Aren't there going to be any more architects, or
doctors, or solicitors, or barristers? Because we've all lost four
years of our lives, are all the professions going to die out?

JAMES. And how old do you suppose you'll be before you're earning
money as an architect?

PHILIP. The usual time, whatever that may be. If I'm four years
behind, so is everybody else.

JAMES. Well, I think it's high time you began to earn a living at
once.

PHILIP. Look here, Uncle James, do you really think that you can
treat me like a boy who's just left school? Do you think four years
at the front have made no difference at all?

JAMES. If there had been any difference, I should have expected it
to take the form of an increased readiness in obey orders and
recognize authority.

PHILIP (regretfully). You are evidently determined to have a row.
Perhaps I had better tell you once and for all that I refuse to go
into the turnip and vegetable narrow business.

JAMES (thumping the table angrily). And perhaps I'd better tell
_you_, sir, once and for all, that I don't propose to allow rude
rudeness from an impertinent young puppy.

PHILIP (reminiscently). I remember annoying our Brigadier once. He