ABSTRACT
I was. I had been studying Classics, having arrived at Cambridge by a roundabout route. My father had been at London University but thought I should try for Oxbridge. Our Boat Race loyalties had favoured Oxford — I think purely from colour prejudice — but in any case many schools encouraged their pupils to back both horses; if unlucky at the first, regard it as a trial run for the second. I spent several interesting days at Exeter College, Oxford, in 1942, and am still waiting to hear if they have a place for me. Some months later Trinity College, Cambridge, offered me a place and a scholarship. That settled it.
