" Examination papers, class lists, terminal reports—all could dissolve into the thin air of the mountains, leaving not a wrack behind. But he could never quite lose his interest in boys. And when, one September morning in 1917 in the English mountain-town of Keswick, he saw an eager-faced freckled youngster of about eleven or twelve swinging astride a hotel-balcony reading a book, he couldn’t help intervening: “I’d be careful of that rail, if I were you.’ It doesn’t look too safe. "

― James Hilton , To You Mr. Chips: More Stories of Mr. Chips and the True Story Behind the World's Most Beloved Schoolmaster