Memories of Morgan

Abstract

E. M. Forster and my father¹ became close friends at King’s College, Cambridge, where as undergraduates they were both members of a secret society of intellectuals called ‘The Apostles’. I do not know why the two of them remained lifelong friends. They were opposites, for my father was a scientist, buried all day in his laboratory, reserved you might have said, with not much time for family life and no small talk. Morgan (as Forster was known to everyone) came to stay with us in Edinburgh, where my father was professor, two or three times a year between the wars, when we were children — there were three of us. He joined us most summers for a family holiday in some isolated farmhouse on the rainy shores of the Western Highlands. He also came and went, but less frequently, among the other Apostles of his time.

New York Times Book Review, 16 August 1970, pp. 2, 32–5.