| "In I933 I was allowed time off from
Oxford to attend the University of Madrid which was to become, three
years later, part of the front in the battle for Madrid. The place
was brand new and its fittings totally inefficient. Half my
lectures were held in suspended lifts.
Spain made up for the eroded humanity I found at Oxford. Wandering among the mining valleys of the Asturias confirmed me in my belief, generated long before in interminable hillside chats with the lads around Porth, that a unique vein of humour was waiting to be opened among the socially aware and politically conscious working people of our epoch, the voters, the wry, sardonic, conscious changers of our collective destiny, the heirs of the golden future who had to pool their savings to buy a fish and pennyworth of chips. |
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