Chasing Time

“Next, we have the most noble recipient of the Order of the Garter, the Grand Cross of Saint Michael and Saint George, the Grand Cross of the Bath, the Victoria Cross and the lower grades of Knighthood, the leader of the anti-colonial movement, the bell-ringer of the East India Company, the hero of the Crimean War, a Fellow of the Royal Society, a lifelong dear friend of literary giants such as Dickens and Great Dumas, a steadfast supporter of scientific luminaries like Faraday and Darwin, having served as assistant under-secretary, deputy under-secretary, and permanent under-secretary in departments of the Home Office and the Navy Department of the United Kingdom of Great Britain and Ireland, the inaugural Cabinet Secretary and head of the civil service, the first graduate and most distinguished alumnus of our school. Please welcome Sir Arthur Hastings to deliver a speech on the occasion of the fiftieth anniversary of the founding of the University of London.”
Arthur's gaze swept across the crowd before him, looking at the young faces and murmured, “Agares, what do you think I should say?”
The Red Devil's wraith hovered behind him, saliva almost dribbling from the corner of his mouth, “Look at these ignorant souls; they still worship you as a hero. Why not say something they'd like to hear?”
Arthur took a deep breath and let out a deafening roar, “Oxford is a bunch of whores' bastards!”
“Oh!!!!”
The audience erupted into thunderous applause.
“Cambridge is the same!” he added immediately.
The applause grew even more fervent...
(The protagonist, possessed by a devil, travels through 19th-century Britain in a world without magic)

The Shadow of Great Britain

Similarly, the reason Mr. Eld Carter, the gem of the Classical Literature Department at the University of London, consistently 'praised' Cambridge and Oxford was self-evident.


As soon as Arthur saw Hadcassle, it was as if he saw himself two years ago, and he nodded in agreement, "Sir, you needn't be angry. After hardship comes ease, fortune changes, and one can't always be down on their luck. Although Britain's traditions dictate this nation's love for old-fashioned stubbornness, not everyone standing at the bottom of the river will be drowned in this cesspool. As long as you can present a coherent argument, demonstrate your value and correctness, and find an investor willing to take a risk, things will start to improve."


Upon hearing these words, Hadcassle's eyes brightened a bit.


He had waited so many years just for a chance to turn things around, but when he presented his proud discovery to everyone, instead of flowers and applause, he faced cold stares and closed doors.


Chapter 297 Medical Ethics Issues in the 19th Century_2