RELIGION-RELIGION-RELIGION. Throw me a lifebelt.

Here I am in the sloughs of Whitechapel. I am teaching in a small college run by Bangladeshi. When I leave the train at Shadwell, my spirits sink in the widening trough of religion. It is everywhere, like an infection. My students think of nothing else. It is mindless and boring. They must wake up each morning thinking of it and going to bed at night, when shopping, when fornicating. This is Hell on earth!