June, 1971
Andy had messed up big-time in his final year at uni. He didn’t like his course. Economics, the ‘dismal science’ that ascribed a sovereign power to selfishness, thus scorning as scientifically irrelevant altruism, paternal and maternal love, solidarity, charity, and every noble human impulse. He was repelled by his tutor, a posturing, pipe-smoking, bow-tie-wearing fraud. Andy had received an education there, but he had received it from his friends. He found Borges’ stories, Bergman’s films, Auden’s poems… You can fill-in the list for yourselves.
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