Arriving in Loughborough, in Leicestershire in the English Midlands, Dalrymple takes a taxi from the station to the far side of the university. He asks the taxi-driver what the students are like. The taxi-driver says:
They’re evil bastards.
I cannot be accused of being dewy-eyed about humanity.
Dalrymple describes the taxi-driver’s judgment as
spontaneous, deeply felt, and obviously the fruit of what sociologists call lived experience.