Recollections and Reflections

Recollections and Reflections

Recollections and Reflections

Recollections and Reflections

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When I rashly consented to write this book I did not realise how difficult it would be and how long it would take. I have never kept a diary and my memory has always been very patchy, good for things which are amusing, bad for those which are instructive. I have, therefore, had to spend a good deal of time in verifying dates and I cannot hope to have escaped mistakes. Though some of the work has been troublesome, much of it has been delightful. I have felt at times as if I were living my life over again, old friendships which meant much to me seem to have sprung again into life and, as is the way with memory, one recollection kindles others until they stretch without a gap from long ago to yesterday. I have realised even more vividly than I did before how fortunate I have been throughout my life. I have had good parents, good teachers, good colleagues, good pupils, good friends, great opportunities, good luck and good health.

My father died soon after I went to the Owens College, and had it not been for the sacrifices made by my mother I could not have completed the course there or come to Cambridge. What I owe to my teachers, colleagues and pupils is told in this book. The events which really determined my career--going to Owens College and coming to Trinity with all that it has meant to me--were sheer accidents. I went to Owens because my father happened to meet a friend who had heard of Owens College . . .

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