WRITING IN 1998 ...

read in 2011 ... and a portrait of the English acid by an English ... and after reading the feeling that the English, with the exception of their compulsive obsession Bonaparte, are decidedly very frequentable people , nice, sarcastic, with a grain (as Storm) madness and especially, especially, perfectly funny.

Beside that, they eat badly, drink warm beer, have an inveterate taste for violence; men have problems with the fairer sex and women still have a long way to go to achieve the same degree of recognition "existential". In short, it applies to all nations.

A good book which is rather dependent spring anglophile when it is already and more confirmed in his anglophobia when one loves "Englishes, the rosbeefs and other sheep lovers mint sauce." For the indifferent, to get an idea .... one solution ... Go to London.

What also makes this interesting book, it is described how the collective imagination of a nation ... It has to interesting points of comparison with our old homeland which is becoming downright amnesiac.
The English have never renounced their history even if it becomes idealized or "idyllic". Effect of insularity ,, fuzzy feeling, but very keenly felt to belong to a kind of "club," presence "stupid" symbols but strong ... I do not know.
In any case if the English had difficulty in defining any foreigner immediately knows what a English.

In short, a remarkable island!

PS: And what do you want, a university that refuses to integrate a great philosopher because he would die to defend the ideas of Hegel here, it commands admiration, commands respect and is smiling.