Being at boarding school in the pre-internet era, especially a boarding school tucked away in the Oxfordshire countryside, was like being in a cocoon. You had your own life; world events happened elsewhere. — James Lovegrove Copy Share Image
“Civilizaton rests on the assumption that the universe is kindly disposed towards mankind and intended for our benefit. Imagine the upheaval were it to… — James Lovegrove Copy Share Image
Being at boarding school in the pre-internet era, especially a boarding school tucked away in the Oxfordshire countryside, was like being in a cocoon.… — James Lovegrove Copy Share Image
We girls aren't supposed to fall for the good boys.We are supposed to like a bit of grit in our oyster.That's how you get… — James Lovegrove Copy Share Image
“Under the stars,I tried to sleep,but for once in my life couldn't.My mutant super power-the ability to nod off at at the drop of… — James Lovegrove Copy Share Image
“You are far too stolid and unimaginative, Watson, to invent a tale like that.” — James Lovegrove Copy Share Image
My appearance on 'Public School' garnered a smattering of fan mail from girls, which was good, and letters from mothers saying I was the… — James Lovegrove Copy Share Image
“Our pasts shape us,Sam.None of us the person he or she used to be,it's true, but what we are still contains a great proportion… — James Lovegrove Copy Share Image
The process of being filmed was, I found, peculiar but not discomfiting. At 13, you are malleable, adaptable, better able to take the unusual… — James Lovegrove Copy Share Image
For my first week as a new boy at Radley College, back in the summer of 1979, I was followed around by a film crew. — James Lovegrove Copy Share Image
The future is a strange monster. The less there is of it, the more it frightens. — James Lovegrove Copy Share Image
“Hierarchy and discipline gave shape to the world;that was what he had always believed.Life was made easy by adherence toa rigid structure.But maybe that… — James Lovegrove Copy Share Image
“I will endure until the stars wink out & the very last trace of heat ebbs from the cosmos & there is nothing but… — James Lovegrove Copy Share Image
