Hugh Trevor-Roper

A few years before he died I visited the historian enveloped in a deep, English silence in his home near Didcot. He opened up to me about those Hitler diaries, Europe versus America, Oxford gossip and MI6

By Duncan Fallowell   84

It was in 1968 that I first saw Professor Trevor-Roper. I was reading history at Magdalen, and he was giving a lecture on witchcraft in the Examination Schools almost opposite. Although witchcraft was not part of my syllabus, this was the psychedelic era and the subject sounded interesting. A remote, gowned figure stood on a dais at the end of a large hall built in the Jacobean style, his voice echoing eerily. With round, horn-rimmed spectacles and a shock of grizzled hair, he embodied the high-minded, 1930s Oxford style. The lecture wasn’t as interesting as I’d hoped. There was a…

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