Grandfather:
Would you look at him? Sittin' there with his hooter scrapin' away at that book!
Ringo:
Well, what's the matter with that?
Grandfather:
Have you no natural resources of your own? Have they even robbed you of that?
Ringo:
You can learn from books!
Grandfather:
You can, can you? Pahh! Sheeps' heads! You could learn more by gettin' out there and living!
Ringo:
Out where?
Grandfather:
Any old where! But not our little Richard. Oh, no. When you're not thumpin' them pagan skins you're tormenting your eyes with that rubbish.
Ringo:
Books are good.
Grandfather:
*Parading's* better.
Ringo:
Parading?
Grandfather:
[nods eagerly]
Parading the streets! Trailing your coat! Bowling along! LIVING!
Ringo:
Well, I am living.
Grandfather:
You? Living? When was the last time you gave a girl a pink-edged daisy? When did you last embarrass a sheila with your cool, appraising stare?
Ringo:
You're a bit old for that sort of chat, aren't you?
Grandfather:
Well at least I've got a backlog of memories! All you've got is - THAT BOOK!
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