Good enough for TT

To Harrow, the most heroic of public schools, for a speech about the press, probably among the least defensible of professions. I say the most heroic because Harrow lost 644 boys in the Great War, more than any other public school, I believe. One enters the building where I spoke about the unspeakable through a shrine, with a sarcophagus on the left and its surrounding walls carved with the names of those who fell on the field of honour. Passing through the shrine one enters a large space where a wreath of stone commemorates the dead of the second world war. Say what you will about the class system, public school boys did not exactly shirk their duty when their country called. Ditto the German upper classes, but one has a hard time finding memorials to those who died for the Fatherland in today’s ridiculously unpatriotic federal republic.

The Old Harrovian Room is used for medium-sized meetings or lectures, and, even if I say so myself, it was standing-room only.