A third pedagogic view of me may be added. I wish I could recall this master's name. He was a reserved, sardonic, rather attractive, unsmiling man as I remember him, upon whom the charm of my appearance had failed to have the disarming effect it had upon everyone else. Bowing low to me instead of taking my proffered hand when I went to say goodbye, he remarked, with a faint, chilly smile, ‘Pride will have a fall, Ackerley, pride will have a fall.’ Rebukes such as this are too seldom administered; I never forgot this shocking remark and think always with respect of the now anonymous man who troubled himself to make it.J. R. Ackerley, My Father and Myself.