I don't think I did know about it. I knew faintly about it. But the great discovery was, during my first term, Tony came to see me and took me out. We had a lovely, wonderful, wonderful… I mean, it was when I began to enjoy Oxford. We went to a very, very nice pub, which was his favourite pub, because the dear old woman who ran it adored him and we had a wonderful evening there. And then we went on to see a friend of his, who was gay. And Tony said, 'Well, you see, he's gay'. You wouldn't say 'gay' in those days. What would you say… A pansy, I think. But a splendid fellow, a splendid fellow all the same. So we went to see him, and he was in bed with a bad cold. And so we went up to his bedroom and Tony and I got into bed with him, and we drank whisky together, all three together and that was marvellous. I felt so sophisticated. There I was, lying in bed beside a pansy, drinking whisky. And he was a terribly nice man, and very funny. And so that was a big step forward in what I knew about life.