The old grad had gone back to Oxford for a casual visit. Three days later he came away so shaken and distressed that he dashed off an article about it for the New Statesman and Nation.
Oxford, he wrote (signing himself simply "Oxonian"), had become a hotbed of fascism. "Rather smart young men" with a taste for "fast cars and camel-hair coats" were displaying the books of Sir Oswald Mosley on their tables. They could be heard saying at their private binges that "soon we shall all have to be fascists, whether we like it or not."
The Greenness of Grass. What had...
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