Peterhouse

1977, they're about morality and architecture, David Watkin.

Peterhouse College, Cambridge, Roger.

Scruton is a fellow there, roughly the same time.

The entire masters, or the rest of them, are at that time formulating Margaret Thatcher's manifesto.

As Hull was a great Puritan center, some of his influence may have been due to his known inclination to Calvinism.

He perhaps brought his son up too rigorously, for when Andrew was sent in his thirteenth year to Trinity College, Cambridge, he responded to the advances made by a Roman Catholic fellow of Peterhouse, and after four years' study went to live with some Jesuits in London.

In a few months, however, his father met him in a bookshop, and recovered him bodily and spiritually.

He was received back at Trinity College, and two poems by him addressed to Charles I, one in Greek and the other in Latin, appeared in the Musa Cantabrigiensis in 1637.

And if it seems now and then, as in his definition of love, that he succeeds in rivaling Donne in the art of wreathing iron pokers into true love knots, it must be remembered that Trinity College, where he was educated, was the fountainhead of metaphysical poetry.

Donne and George Herbert had left behind traditions which Cooley, among many others, was continuing.

Moreover, Marvell was probably brought into close personal relations with Crashaw of Peterhouse through his Roman Catholic friends of that college.

At all events, Crashaw's verse exercised much influence on him when he began writing.

I nearly fell off the stage.

It was teaching at Peterhouse, I think,

at the time.

How extraordinary.

And the world of academia can be unforgiving.

By this point, Hugh Trevor Oprah had left Oxford and was the master of Peterhouse, the oldest college at Britain's other great university, Cambridge.

It was prestigious and had a reputation for attracting the radical right wing.

It seems like the Peterhouse professors miscalculated Trevor Roper in electing him to be their leader.

Not realizing that he was a man of liberal views rather than their ultra-conservative, not to say neo-fascist views.

Their campaign to oust Trevor Roper from Peterhouse had been long and relentless.

And to them, the Hitler Diaries scandal was a gift.

They were gleeful when he had this humiliation to the extent that it was said that they bribed the news agents who had the shop across the road from the college to keep the poster showing Hitler Diaries scandal, Evening Standard or whatever newspaper it was, Daily Telegraph, on display for weeks afterwards.

There was a very good historian.

It's a very academic book called George III, Lord North and the People by Herbert Butterfield, who taught at Peterhouse where I'm about to spend a semester in Cambridge.

And he was writing just after the Second World War.

And he said, if you read George III's correspondence, he sounds like Winston Churchill.

And so the same university, indeed the same person in the same university, can sometimes occupy quite contrary roles.

I have this nice example of the master of Peterhouse in Cambridge, Pern, who in 1557 presides over the exhumation and burning of Protestant heretics, and then in 1559 presides over the reburying in honour of their ashes, because he's operating on both sides of the argument to ensure the survival of the institution.

And the willingness of people to ensure the survival of the institution is a huge – no matter what it takes, no matter what compromises they have to make, is a key part of why universities endure.

Was the authority by this point sufficient that it meant if you wanted to control universities, if you wanted to change them – You had to use them to do it.

That there were stories of a figure called Wada is proven in several sources.

One is a fragmentary homily from the library of Peterhouse College, Cambridge, that quotes what is claimed to be something said by Wada in a tale involving him.

This quote refers to elves, adders and necks, and links them somehow to water.

Since the homily quotes only a few lines and clearly assumes that the readers are aware of the story, it's not clear what we are to make of this.

Good old Montchesney, is thy hap so ill that for thy bounty and thy royal parts, thy kind allegiance should be held in scorn? And after all these promises by Clare, refuse to give his daughter to thy son only because thy revenues cannot reach to make her dowage of so rich a jointure as can the heir of wealthy Jerningham? And therefore is the false fox now in hand to strike a match betwixt her and the other? And the old graybeards now are close together, plotting it in the garden.

Is't even so? Raymond Montchesney, boy, have thou and I thus long at Cambridge read the liberal arts, the metaphysics, magic, and those parts of the most secret deep philosophy? Have I so many melancholy nights watched on top of Peterhouse highest tower? And come we back into our native home for want of skill to lose the wench thou lovest? We'll first hang Enville in such rings of mist as never rose from any dampish fen.

I'll make the Brine Sea to rise at Ware and drown the marshes under Stratford Bridge.

I'll drive the deer from Waltham in their walks and scatter them like sheep in every field.

I think Queen's has excellent brunch for a very reasonable price.

Peterhouse brunch is on top.

Mira likes to think it's on top.

I'd say the Peterhouse brunch is the people, not the

brunch.

Nick, want to speak on Sydney brunch?

I think especially as Nick was saying earlier, the time really does fly by.

So make the most of the kind of weird and unique opportunities that your college will offer.

"He's rather a good chap.

He was at Peterhouse with a friend of mine.

He was telling me quite a good story about a wine my friend gave there once when..." "Did you tell him about your ginger beers at Gigglewick?" I interrupted.

My dear old chap, he's rather a man to be in with.

Simpson hastily disclaimed any intention of marrying anybody, and helped himself lavishly to champagne.

It so happened that I was the first of our party to meet the president, an honor which, perhaps, I hardly deserved.

While Samuel was seeking tortuous introductions to him through friends of Peterhouse's friends of his, the president and I fell into each other's arms in the most natural way.

It occurred like this.