George Borrow (1803-1881), Lavengro
, chapter VII:
'Scotland is a better country than England,' said an ugly, blear-eyed lad, about a head and shoulders taller than myself, the leader of a gang of varlets who surrounded me in the play-ground, on the first day, as soon as the morning lesson was over. 'Scotland is a far better country than England, in every respect.'
'Is it?' said I. 'Then you ought to be very thankful for not having been born in England.'
'That’s just what I am, ye loon; and every morning, when I say my prayers, I thank God for not being an Englishman. The Scotch are a much better and braver people than the English.'
'It may be so,' said I, 'for what I know—indeed, till I came here, I never heard a word either about the Scotch or their country.'
'Are ye making fun of us, ye English puppy?' said the blear-eyed lad; 'take that!' and I was presently beaten black and blue. And thus did I first become aware of the difference of races and their antipathy to each other.