Alison Carlson

The Man Within


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this seemingly underperforming

      boy. The punishment book from Harrow and letters from the headmaster

      to Churchill’s mother, trying to recruit her help in getting her somewhat-

      irregular son to attend classes, would seem to confirm this view, one

      which – helped by Churchill himself – has since taken on the status of myth.

      In fact, Churchill excelled at the subjects he enjoyed – English literature and

      history – even if maths and classics puzzled and bored him. His astonishing

      memory, his indefatigable energy and, above all, his unflagging belief in

      the dictum that he gave in his speech to Harrow schoolboys in the Second

      World War – “Never, never, never, never give in”– ensured that sooner or

      later he would realise his full potential.

      Lady Randolph Churchill and

      young Winston, aged two, in

      Ireland, 1876.

      “My mother always seemed to me a fairy princess: a

      radiant being possessed of limitless riches and power.”

      “[A]s a child my nursemaid could never prevent me from taking

      a walk in the park when I wanted to do so. And as a man, Adolf

      Hitler certainly won’t.”

      “A woman is as old as she

      looks; a man is as old as

      he feels; and a boy is as

      old as he is treated.”

      Winston in a sailor suit, 1881.

      A young Churchill with his

      younger brother, Jack, and a

      friend, circa 1882.

      “I shall believe I am to be

      preserved for future things.”

      A debonair Harrow schoolboy,

      aged fourteen, 1889.

      Opposite left: Though an

      extraordinary wit, he never played

      the clown on the world stage.

      Sandhurst, May 1894.

      Opposite right: Lady Randolph

      Churchill, born Jeanette Jerome

      in Brooklyn, New York, on 9

      January 1854 and known as

      Jennie. Pictured here with her

      two sons, Winston (on the right),

      aged thirteen, and Jack, seven.

      After Lord Randolph’s death, she

      married twice more. She died in

      1921, aged sixty-seven.

      “We are all worms. But I do

      believe that I am a glow-worm.”

      “My mother made the same brilliant impression upon

      my childhood’s eye. She shone for me like an evening

      Star. I loved her dearly – but at a distance.”

      Left: Mrs Everest, or ‘Woomie’,

      Winston’s beloved nanny and

      confidante. ‘Woomie’ was short

      for ‘Woomany’, which seemed

      to combine ‘woman’ and

      ‘home’, which she represented

      to him. On her death, Winston

      said he had lost “my dearest

      and most intimate friend

      during the whole of the twenty

      years I had lived”.

      Opposite: Winston (second

      row, second from left) leaning

      on his elbow at the school

      of the Misses Thompson, on

      Brunswick Road, Brighton, in

      November 1886.

      “My nurse was my confidante. Mrs. Everest it was

      who looked after me and tended all my wants. It was

      to her I poured out my many troubles.”

      “[T]his interlude of school makes a sombre grey patch

      upon the chart of my journey. It was an unending

      spell of worries that did not then seem petty, and

      of toil uncheered by fruition; a time of discomfort,

      restriction and purposeless monotony.”

      “I am always ready to learn, although I do not always like

      being taught.”

      Churchill with a grin, circled,

      peers at the camera from a

      staircase in his last year at

      the Headmaster’s House at

      Harrow, 1892.

      “[O]ne must never be

      discouraged by defeats in

      one’s youth, but continue

      to learn throughout one’s

      whole life.”

      Winston in his Harrow uniform in

      1891, ready to collect a prize.

      SOLDIER

      A

      s the end of his school years approached, a poor academic record, domineering father and youthful enthusiasm for all things military combined to push Churchill into applying to join the army. However, this was not a straightforward process – he failed the entry exams for officer training twice and even contemplated

      a career in the church. With the help of a tutor, he finally passed on the third attempt – but only with enough marks to go into the cavalry, not the more highly regarded infantry.

      Joining the military was the natural course for a boy who played toy

      soldiers throughout his life, both metaphorically and literally. Typical of

      an approach