ABSTRACT
T He scene is the surviving wing of a ‘blitzed’ building—an evening college for adults—in the Westminster Bridge Road; the time, just after six-thirty on an autumn evening in 1956. The cheerful turmoil f the students' arrival is already over, and a scholarly hush—broken only by occasional laughter from the class-rooms, the clatter of crockery in the canteen, and the relentless efforts of the choir sopranos to come to grips with a modern work in the Holst Room—pervades the corridors.
