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| | A Don in the World - The New York Review of Books |
 | | When I was twenty, I was more scared of 'Maurice Bowra' than I have been of any other human being before or since. |
 | | To the youth I then was, uncertain of himself, gauche, shy, and, therefore, brash, he embodied all those qualities, social poise, elegance, wit, worldliness, which I most longed to possess and despaired of ever possessing. |
 | | For an intellectual undergraduate of my generation--in those days we were called aesthetes--to belong to 'Maurice's' circle was to be 'in.' I was not 'in,' but dearly wished I could be. |
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