The high school had a send-off in my honour. It was an uncommon thing for a young man of Rajkot to go to England. I had written out a few words of thanks. But I could scarcely stammer them out. I remember how my head reeled and how my whole frame shook as I stood up to read them.

Dangers, and deeds, until endurance grow / Sinew'd with action and the full-grown will, / Circled thro' all experiences, pure law, / Commeasure perfect freedom.

And they have built the high places of Tophet, which is in the valley of the son of Hinnom, to burn their sons and their daughters in the fire; which I commanded them not, neither came it into my heart.

Well, technically, a Jam is a working-class Brexit voter who feels alienated by the creeping march of globalisation.