for a month! Did you notice how the entire village came in to see the people from Outer Space? As soon as they saw my car with the London plates they came running. Did you see how she shooed the kids out? That was to make room for all the grownups. They wonât see travelers here from one yearâs end to the next. And from New York? Not in a lifetime!â
And we were a few hours from London by car.
Everybody I ever knew who went to Stratford had warned me it was a commercial tourist trap, so I was prepared for it. The first thing we saw as we drove in was ahuge billboard advertising the JUDITH SHAKESPEARE WIMPY HAMBURGER BAR, the Colonel was purple with fury. It doesnât matter in the least. You find Shakespeareâs house and pay your fee to enterâand just to walk up the stairs gripping the huge railing, just to walk into the bedroom and touch the walls, and then come back down and stand in the kitchen that saw him in and out every day of his growing up has to melt the bones of anyone born speaking English.
We saw Much Ado at the shiny modern theater, very conventional, not very well acted. The Colonel slept through most of it and I didnât blame him.
Will now go climb into that mauve bathtub, we leave for Oxford early in the morning and I mean to get the most out of this posh palace first.
Friday, July 2
I saw Trinity College and walked the Yard John Donne walked; I saw Oriel and sat in John Henryâs chapel. And what I went through to see them, you purely will not credit. I think I finally had a temper tantrum. I hope I did.
We reached Oxford a little before noon and found the Davidsonsâ house on a typical tree-shaded, college-town street. Laura was there waiting for us. She said the Professor was working and son David was in school counting the hours till he could join us for tea.
She has a throaty voice and a lovely, odd accent; she was born in Vienna and grew up in England. She and her husband were both refugee children from Hitlerâs Germany.
She was vastly amused by the Colonel, she called him âthe Commahnderâ and said he reminded her of Winnie the Pooh. My problem was that by this time the Colonel and I had already had thirty straight hours of Togetherness and Iâm not equipped for it, not even with the best friend I have on earth, which he isnât. Over lunch in a campus pub, he announced (Ã propos of nothing, I think he was just carried away by Oxford):
âThe British Empire will be brought back by popular demand! An Egyptian said to me recently: âWhy do you English sit modestly at home when youâre needed all over the world?ââ
For some reason this aggravated me and I said something rude, and we had at it for a couple of minutes till Laura tactfully inserted herself between us like a housemother, and restored harmony.
After lunch, my troubles started. I said Could weplease go see Trinity and Oriel Colleges? and Laura said First we must visit the Bodleian Reading Room, it was a magnificent Wren building and her husband was working there and wanted to meet me. We went there and I met the Professor and saw the Reading Room, vaulted ceiling, towering shelves and staircases, all spectacular.
We came out, and I said Now could we go see Trinity and Oriel? and Laura said Did I know the Bodleian library stacks ran for a mile under the pavements? and showed me which pavements. And the Colonel said he had studied one summer at Wadham College and I must see Wadham Yard. And he and Laura agreed they must take me down the main street to Blackwellâs Bookshop, very famous bookshop and they both knew how interested I was in bookshops. (I despair of ever getting it through anybodyâs head I am not interested in bookshops, I am interested in whatâs written in the books. I donât browse in bookshops, I browse in libraries, where you can take a book home and read it, and if you like it you go to a bookshop and buy it.)
So, on the