Here they were, the workers, the working class, and at that time I believed that the logic of history would make it inevitable they should inherit the earth. I am not writing this down to ridicule it. That would be dishonest. Millions, if not billions, of people were thinking like that, using this language. I have far too much material for this second volume.
Nothing can be more tedious than a book of memoirs millions of words long.
A little book called In Pursuit of the English, written when I was still close to that time, will add depth and detail to those first months in London. What I say in it is true enough. A couple of characters were changed for libel reasons and would have to be now. But there is no doubt that while 'true', the book is not as true as what I would write now. It is a question of tone, and that is no simple matter.