When exams were over Tony said he was taking charge of my reading. Enough novels! He was appalled by my ignorance of what he called 'our island story'. He was right to be. I'd studied no history at school beyond the age of fourteen. Now I was twnty-one, blessed with a priviliged education, but Agincourt, the Divine Right of Kings, the Hundred Years war were mere phrases to me. The very word 'history' conjured a dull succession of thrones and murderous clerical wrangling. But I submitted to the tutelage. The material was more interesting than maths and my reading list was short - Winston Churchill and G. M. Trevelyan. The rest my professor would talk me through.
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