New Left Review I/25, May-June 1964
Tom Nairn
Hugh Gaitskell
He had scarcely drawn his last breath, when the halo was stuck above his head. It was like some preposterous historical mistake. Who would have believed Hugh Gaitskell fit for such an exalted place in the national pantheon? Who, dredging through the speeches and few writings of this utterly uninventive mind or seeing the succession of political blunders he committed, would have thought he was to become the next hero of bourgeois England?
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