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448 pages, Hardcover
First published January 1, 1968
There came to me a sudden thought of the universality of men like my father, ordinary men who go about their daily business and have their little holidays like my father's day off when he took Betsy the filly to the Horse Show. It was possible, I thought, that somewhere in India at this moment, some old man was telling his grandchildren or great-grandchildren of his long-ago travels beyond the seas, of the time when, in a hostile Scottish town, one man had risen up to see that justice prevailed because he believed that all men had a right to the drink that they could pay for. History, it seemed to me, was as simple as this. It was made by what ordinary individual men believed and were prepared to stand up for and not by men such as the very important one who had made the announcement over television about the Suez Crisis. Indeed, not only did ordinary people like my father and us of this ordinary family make history, we also bent its crises to our family uses, for it was because of my brother's sense that history, in the accepted sense, was being made in Egypt that we had watched that absurd programme which had given me the thing I most wanted to know for the sake of Liz, Duncan and Gee. The "Candle Creatures" were part of our family history, a part that I had forgotten and out of a world-wide historical crisis the memory of them had come back to me.