Malcolm Muggeridge remembers and revisits scenes, people, and places from his formative years.
The Child: My first clear memory it of my father and his cronies plotting the overthrow of the capitalist system.
The Schoolboy: School in my day was a place to get away from as soon at possible for as long as possible.
The Undergraduate: Cambridge had the rank stench of a decaying class in a society which was itself to the last stages of decomposition.
The Journalist: Increasingly, Communism loomed up as the way of salvation, and Moscow as its heavenly city. I pined to be gone there.