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Hitches Major & Minor

It’s ten years since Christopher Hitchens died of cancer, in December 2011, aged only 62.

The anniversary reminded me of the year I spent with him and his younger brother, Peter, 60 years ago.

In 1961, aged 21, I was working as an assistant prep-school master at Mount House School on the edge of Dartmoor. Christopher, who scourged the reputations of Mother Teresa, Henry Kissinger, the Clintons and, indeed, God,

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