It's entitled 'Isaiah Berlin's Civilized Malice' and is mostly concerned with a TLS review by AN Wilson of Berlin's correspondence. It turns out that we have a bitch-fest on our hands: perhaps unsurprisingly as Wilson is a masterful exponent of jousting with stilettos.
One treasurable little anecdote is recounted by the post's author, Charles Rosen. It concerns AL Rowse, the Cornish historian and fellow of All Souls, whose 'pride in his humble Cornish origins and his subsequent intellectual renown were legendary':
One story often told about Rowse is that he came down one day to breakfast at All Souls, fulminating about a bad review in The Times of his latest book, and said, “You see the way the upper class resent that I have been able to rise into their midst entirely by my own merit.” John Sparrow, then the Warden of All Souls (he had been elected in 1952 over Rowse), looked up from his breakfast and said, “Rowse, whatever gives you the impression that only the rich detest you?”
This is from the often stimulating New York Review of Books blog where the indefatigable Tony Judt recently posted engagingly on the food he grew up with in an East End Jewish family and later at Cambridge. It concludes:
Were I ever truly to set out in Search of Past Taste I would begin with braised beef and baked turnip, followed by chicken tikka masala and pickled wollies swabbed in challah, Kingfisher beer and sweet lemon tea. As for the madeleine that would trigger the memory? Naan dunked in matzoh ball soup, served by a Yiddish-speaking waiter from Madras. We are what we ate. And I am very English.