Pakastani theoretical physicist Abdus
Salam died in Oxford in 1996. In 1979 he had shared the
Prize for Physics with the Americans Sheldon Glashow and
Consorts and Heirs
House of Plantagenet
the Count of Poitiers and eldest son and heir to the throne
II, died in 1156 at the age of two at Wallingford
Castle (then in Berkshire). It would be his younger brothers
(the Lionheart) and John
(Lackland) who would become king (in 1189 and 1199 respectively)
on their father's death. William was buried at Reading Abbey
the Black Prince, the eldest son
and heir to the throne of Edward III, was born at Woodstock
in 1330. He was so named due to the black armour he wore at
the many battles he fought including that of Poitiers when the
French king John II was captured. He never became king as he
died in 1376 a year before his father and so in 1377 his son
II acceded to the throne in his place. The Black Prince
is buried at Canterbury Cathedral in Kent.
the Black Prince
1606 the poet Sir William D'Avenant
was born in Oxford. He succeeded Ben Jonson in 1638 as the second
He held the post until his death in 1668 when he was succeeded in
the now official post by John Dryden.
poet laureate, Thomas Warton, died
in Oxford in 1790. He had been appointed Poet
in 1785, succeeding William Whitehead. He was succeeded by Henry James
Pye. He is buried in Trinity College Chapel at Oxford University where
he had studied, been elected a fellow and had also held the post of
Professor of Poetry.
crime writer Dorothy
L. Sayers was born in Oxford in 1893. One of the first women to
graduate from Oxford University in 1915 she went on to write many
detective stories featuring Lord Peter Wimsey.
Dorothy L. Sayers Society
A society in which consumption has to be
artificially stimulated in order to keep production going is a society
founded on trash and waste, and such a society is a house built upon
Creed or Chaos? (1947)
died in Oxford in 1930. He had been Poet
since succeeding Alfred Austin in 1913 and was succeeded by John Masefield.
Scottish author of The Thirty-Nine Steps John
Buchan, was buried at Elsfield in 1940.
John Buchan Society
author of 1984 and Animal Farm George
Orwell, was buried All
Saints in Sutton Courtenay in 1950 in the same churchyard where
the Prime Minister Herbert Henry Asquith had also been buried in 1928.
Don't you see that the whole aim of Newspeak
is to narrow the range of thought? In the end we shall make thoughtcrime
literally impossible, because there will be no words in which to express
Lewis, author of The Chronicles of Narnia, died at The
Kilns - his Oxford home - on 22nd November 1963, the same day
as the American President John F. Kennedy and the author Aldous Huxley.
Lewis had lived at the house for the last 33 years of his life, written
many of his books there, and kept the house as an Oxford base after
he moved to Cambridge University in 1954. Lewis is buried at the nearby
cemetery at Headington Quarry.
C.S. Lewis: Personal experience isn't
Joy Gresham: I disagree. I think personal
experience is everything.
Lewis: So reading is a waste of time?
Gresham: No, it's not a waste of time,
but reading is safe, isn't it? Books aren't about to hurt you.
Lewis: Why should one want to be hurt?
Gresham: That's when we learn.
From the film Shadowlands (1993)
Nicholson (Based on his play about Lewis's relationship with the
American poet Joy Gresham)
We read to know we're not alone.
The pain now,
is part of the happiness then.
That's the deal.
I've always found this a trying time
of the year...
The leaves not yet out.
Mud everywhere you go.
Frosty mornings gone.
Sunny mornings not yet come.
Give me blizzards and frozen pipes, but not this..., nothing time.
Not this..., waiting-room of the world.
Lewis's one-time close friend and the author of The Lord of the
Rings and The Hobbit J.R.R.
Tolkien, was buried in the Roman Catholic cemetery in Oxford in
1973. From 1939 Tolkien and Lewis used to meet regularly with other
writers at, among others, the Eagle and Child public house. Known
as the Inklings they would discuss literature and read out their works-in-progress.
In a hole in the ground there lived a hobbit. Not a nasty, wet hole,
filled with ends of worms and an oozy smell, nor yet a dry, bare,
sandy hole with nothing in it to sit down on or to eat: it was a hobbit-hole,
and that means comfort.
The Hobbit - Opening lines of novel (1937)
Christie, creator of Hercule Poirot and Miss Marple, died in Wallingford
in 1976. She is buried at Cholsey.
War settles nothing... to win a war is as
disastrous as to lose one!
An Autobiography (1977)