NIXON: We've sat in chairs opposite one another, talking for hours, it seems - days on end - and yet I've hardly gotten to know you. One of my people - ah - as part of the preparation of this interview - did a profile of you, and I'm sorry to say - I only got around to reading it tonight. There's some interesting stuff in there. The Methodist background, modest circumstances. Then off to a grand university. Full of richer, posher types. What was it? Oxford?
FROST: Cambridge.
NIXON: Did the snobs there look down on you too?
FROST: I ... I ...
NIXON: Of course they did. That's our tragedy, isn't it, Mr. Frost? No matter how high we get, they still look down at us ...
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Not so much about the snobs but the fine distinction between Oxford and Cambridge...the correction by Frost in the film is so familiarly awkward that I question myself the need for it whenever I make one. And then I question myself why (I questioned myself). Ah I hate the feeling - such much ado about nothing - yet I can't help feeling that tinge of awkwardness.
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hahaa =) Maybe they should merge together and start a new school ---> Oxbridge (no more confusion after~)
About the Snobs, I heard about them too. Lucky I don't know any of them. You + S + my hubby's friends (T+E+A) are like angels with warm hearts~ I have picked the right friends + husband =)
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