At Thomas Hodgkin's memorial service, in 1982, Christopher Hill, formerly Master of Balliol, used the pulpit of the college chapel to give an address entirely free of religious reference, quite a feat in view of Hodgkin's Quaker roots and Hill's status as historian of the Puritan revolution. 'God was dead all right when you wrote that speech,' I said to Hill afterwards. 'God died in the middle of the 17th century,' he solemnly replied. The part of the address I remember best was Hill's description of Hodgkin - like Hill a sophisticated Marxist - returning to Balliol in the 1960s and becoming the much-loved friend of even the most conservative fellows. 'He showed a tolerance not just for the more right-wing fellows but even for the outright reactionaries which I, for one,' Hill observed, 'found deeply shocking.' Hodgkin was endowed with an almost unlimited gift for friendship and had a sweetness of disposition and a sense of humour which almost no one could resist.

LRB 14 December 2000 | PDF Download