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Polemics did not ruffle Snow. Tall, portly and bald, he remained a genial, accessible figure in London's streets and clubs. He lived quietly with Novelist Pamela Hansford Johnson, whom he married in 1950, and openly relished the honors that rained down on him. He was made a life peer by the Labor government of Harold Wilson in 1964. Although the practice was uncommon in such circumstances, Lord Snow took out a coat of arms. The design bridged the two cultures, showing two quill pens crossed over a telescope. It also included two Siamese cats, his favorite breed...
...certitude that personal charm and poetic gifts entitled him to special treatment. "There is no necessity for the artist to do anything. There is no necessity. He is a law unto himself, and his greatness or smallness rises or falls by that," he wrote to his girl friend Pamela Hansford Johnson. Pamela went on to write successful novels and marry C.P. Snow. Thomas went on to craft melodic verse and marry Caitlin Macnamara, a former playmate of Augustus John's. She was, said a London acquaintance, "like the figurehead of a ship, a fantastic poet's girl...
...fuel the cult of Satanism with its growing roll of ritual murders and assorted social pathologies. In spite of (or, in a real sense, because of) its great artistic merit, it would have been better had this film never been shown to general audiences. The leftist British writer, Pamela Hansford Johnson, came to a similar conclusion about the writings of the Marquis de Sade after her study of the Moors murders...
...Pamela Hansford Johnson, in real life the wife of C.P. Snow, can hardly be described as an old boy. Still, she has contrived a remarkably deft version of a peculiarly masculine genre. Downs Park is a prep school-a staging area from which very little boys can go on to the public schools. Perhaps predictably, the school's most gifted master turns out to be a thoughtful, non-U escapee from a technical college. Yet academic cliches and characters alike flash into brief, tantalizing existence, in part because the author talks about them in a tone of voice which...
What really sets this miniature exercise apart, though, is Pamela Hansford Johnson's perception of a sad pedagogical truth. Any good school is a delicately balanced work of civilization as febrile and vulnerable as a colony of hummingbirds. The private vice of a matron, the loss of a particularly gifted student, the departure of even one fond teacher can alter it decisively-for the worse...