Arthur Koestler, by origin a Jewish Hungarian, tells us in his autobiography of the many countries he lived in during his youth, often under terrible regimes, either in enviable comfort and in touch with Europe's best minds, or in prison or a concentration camp. His tale ends in 1940, when, after entering Great Britain illegally, he is released from an English jail. 'At this point,' he concludes, 'ends this typical case-history of a central-European member of the educated middle classes, born in the first years of our century.'[1]
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