Concerning Oxford in 1921 or 1922
I was lucky enough, through connections, to get a fellowship for a summer school in Oxford. The official purpose of the fellowship was to learn English, and I remember an excellent young Englishman by the name of Alexander who did his best to correct my mispronunciations. The comparatively primitive level on which my English still functioned at the time may be gathered from an experience one evening when I strolled around Oxford. On some square I found a public speaker who harangued a sparse audience. I understood him to advertise some kind of cheese, and it took me some time to realize that he was rather propagating Jesus. The great impression of these months was a number of lectures by Gilbert Murray. The impression was overwhelming: it was my first introduction to the style of distinguished English scholarship at its best.