Wilson returned to the Museum after the end of the war, and it was there that he met Tony Garrett (born 1929), who was to be his companion for the rest of his life. Years later their life together was sympathetically portrayed in the BBC2 film "Angus and Tony" (1984), directed by Jonathan Gili. It was one of the first depictions of the life of a gay couple on British television. [ citation needed] Meg’s marriage had been sexually happy and yet – she now, after Bill’s death, begins to understand – in need of repair; and she comes to see how life had gone sour on him so that, unhappy and unfulfilled, he gambled much of their money away. For her part Meg comes down in the world and so learns how she has used her class and sexuality to get her own way in life.

Smith, Michael (2000). The Emperor's Codes: Bletchley Park and the breaking of Japan's secret ciphers. London: Bantam Press. p. 210. ISBN 0593-046412. They were not intellectual, as a rule, and certainly not avant-garde. The womenfolk probably read the novels of Virginia Woolf, but the cult of sensitivity and all that is now classed under the vague name “Bloomsbury” would have seemed a little anemic to them. The men might perhaps have read a novel of D. H. Lawrence but certainly without comprehending the telling indictment of the age which we now see in his work. Experimentalism in the arts — abstract painting, the aestheticism of the Sitwells and the Russian Ballet, stream of consciousness and Joyce — all these were outside, not perhaps their knowledge, but their interest, although of course they would have disliked the philistine attitude of Punch toward such things, because they believed above all in being tolerant and broad-minded. The strange religious aspect that he gave to his own sufferings as a child is revealed in a passage in The Way of All Flesh. Theobald Pontifex beats his small son Ernest for, as he declares, willfully refusing to pronounce the word “come,” and his action is described as follows: “A few minutes more and we could hear screams coming from the diningroom, across the hall which separated the drawingroom from the dining-room, and knew that poor Ernest was being beaten. ‘I have sent him up to bed,’ said Theobald, as he returned to the drawing-room, ‘and now, Christina, I think we will have the servants in to prayers,’ and he rang the bell for them, red-handed as he was.”a b c "Wilson, Sir Angus (Frank Johnstone), (11 Aug. 1913–31 May 1991), author; Professor of English Literature, University of East Anglia, 1966–78, then Emeritus". WHO'S WHO & WHO WAS WHO. 2007. doi: 10.1093/ww/9780199540884.013.u176296. ISBN 978-0-19-954089-1 . Retrieved 15 April 2021. He felt dreadfully lonely, so lonely that he began to cry. He told himself that this sense of solitude would pass with time, but in his heart he knew that this was not true. He might be free in little things, but in essentials she had tied him to her and now she had left him for ever. She had had the last word in the matter as usual. ‘My poor boy will be lonely,’ she had said. She was dead right. Liukkonen, Petri. "Angus Wilson". Books and Writers (kirjasto.sci.fi). Finland: Kuusankoski Public Library. Archived from the original on 28 September 2006. A Wren, Dorothy Robertson, was taught traffic analysis by Wilson and another instructor. She recalled him as: [11]

Towards the end of Angus Wilson’s life his short stories were entombed in a collected volume. By way of signifying the corpus was sadly complete that made sense but it didn’t do justice to the importance and quality of his work in this medium. Twenty-eight years ago this month, BBC's Newsnight offered its audience a bona fide literary sensation. So inimical to him had conditions in Thatcher's Britain now become, it declared, that one of our greatest living novelists had opted for self-imposed exile. There followed an extended camera-shot of Sir Angus Wilson – damson-faced, snow-haired and looking as if he had enjoyed quite a decent lunch – gravely descending the front steps of the Athenaeum to inform the waiting interviewer that he had had enough. He was insufficiently appreciated. He had always loved France, and the French had a greater respect for writers than the benighted English. He would go, in the words of his loyal biographer, Margaret Drabble, "where he was wanted". The gravest defect, in fact, of Anti-Victorianism was its surface appearance of simplicity. Life, it said, could be healthy, clean, sensible, if men only took it into their own hands; mysteries, subtleties, contradictions — all these were simply part of the Victorian refusal to face facts, of puritan morality and hypocrisy, of pomposity and vested interest. No nonsense and plenty of healthy humor were all that was needed to blow the fog away. Wilson was educated at Westminster School and Merton College, Oxford, [8] and in 1937 became a librarian in the British Museum's Department of Printed Books, working on the new General Catalogue. [5] Previous employment included tutoring, catering, and co-managing a restaurant with his brother. [9] When reviewing Such Darling Dodos C. P. Snow perceptively wrote, 'Part-bizarre, part-savage and part-maudlin, there is nothing much like it on the contemporary scene. It is rather as though a man of acute sensibility felt left out of the human party, and was surveying it, half-enviously, half-contemptuously, from the corner of the room, determined to strip-off the comfortable pretences and show that this party is pretty horrifying after all ... Sometimes the effect is too mad to be pleasant, sometimes most moving; no one could deny Mr Wilson's gift.'You’re getting too fond of bullying,’ said Veronica, ‘it interferes with your charm, and charm’s essential for your success.’ She went out to make the coffee.