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I think George basically panicked at the idea of how a long stay in the house might impact on his social/work life, once he left. The circles he moves in ('yeah, I met Princess Diana a couple of times') seem to be reliant on a certain amount of anonimity, let's say. It's a fact of life that these hyper-priviledged characters exist, but it's not too often you'd be able to say, if you saw one walking down the mean streets of Fulham or wherever 'Oi George, you wanker!' or related. I suspect he saw a year or so of that stretching out ahead of him, and decided that really, it wasn't for him. Especially since he seems to have been strongly advised by friends, family etc not to bother in the first place. His decision to apply may well have been, like the eye-ring, a small act of rebellion against the stultifying world he grew up in, the world he'll now scurry back to, a bit chastened, etc, and yes, all right, that's the sound of the world's tiniest violin, playing just for him, but it's hard not to feel he made the right decision. He'd have *learned* more, I'm guessing he's thinking, and it would have cost him less, long-term, if he'd taken ten weeks out to go on orgy in a Vietnamese opium den - On the one hand, I'd guess a lot of his friends have done that already, and it's rather passe, but on the other, if he's going to flourish and prosper in the world he grew up in, he's made a mistake, because there's nothing that world likes less than having to deal with the hated red-tops.
(I should stress that these are only guesses - I've no idea really, but I'd imagine that George will be feeling a bit nervous tonight.) |
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