Conclusion

Abstract

Forster’s position as a resident Honorary Fellow at King’s was without precedent, and a sign of the great affection in which he was held by young and old. His status as a senior man of letters seemed unassailable. The modest way in which his small, rather tortoise-like figure moved about the Backs only served to highlight his actual eminence: Forster ‘was’ Cambridge — or so it seemed. The apostle of gentleness lived on to be a rebuke to the strident 1960s.