There were no other Sri Lankan undergraduates in Oxford in those days, though I was lucky that Anil Gamani Jayasuriya, Ena de Silva’s son, was there as a graduate. I did not know Ena very well in those days, but had been touched when she turned up the day I was leaving with a beautiful sarong. Anil and his wife Avril were most hospitable, though I had hardly known them before, and they also introduced other contemporaries. I was also delighted when Indrajith Coomaraswamy, who was just finishing at Cambridge, dropped in one afternoon.
One duty I am glad I fulfilled was visiting my uncle, Bishop Lakshman Wickremesinghe’s landlady from his days at Keble. She remembered him fondly, and was deeply upset that he had not become Bishop of Colombo. He had not, of course, contested, since his commitment was to the rural diocese of Kurunagala.
I haven’t had even one letter from Ceylon for this week which is pretty annoying. Cawkwell, who was the senior Tutor, incidentally – on Sabbatical at the moment – had asked a 2nd year from Singapore, as being from my part of the world, to talk to me and so on and he turned out to know the Kulas quite well. His name’s Rafik Juma something. I’m not sure of the surname except the J..
I went to see Anil on Wednesday and spent nearly 2 hours with them. Anil gave me tea, because Avril returned only late from shopping. It’s a cute little flat, quite near the centre of town, and Nim and Justin la Brooy stay in the same building. On Thursday evening I collected part of my baggage which a singer friend of Rohan de Saram’s had deposited about a mile off – the flat is shared by an Indian girl who was the only person around when I got there and I had coffee there and stayed ages and missed an Aristophanes play in the process – an uncut version, only lately tolerated even in England – I read a Victorian translation in the morning which was quite chaotic. Continue reading