A couple of bits. It was mostly his education and life but put a few personal things in my phone like the letter he sent to his boyfriend about the suicide plan (just wrote about that in previous post!)
He called things off with Joan (called off the engagement) with this Oscar Wilde poem “Yet each man kills the thing he loves”
He was quite an ethereal and spiritual person. Like in this photo taken at Princeton. A lecture is going on and he’s looking off into the distance in his own world.
He loved doing the extremely difficult puzzles in the New Statesmen.
They offered him an amazing job when he was in the states but he turned it down to come to England, just before the war broke out. Which was unusual apparently because everyone in England was seeking jobs in the USA because they knew war was upon them.
When he came back home he was included in a group which had to secretly scope out spots for them to have the code breakers live and work and so they went to Bletchley and pretended to be hunters.
I knew this already but any excuse for this damn DASHING photo (dear me Alan, breaking hearts </3) He was in an athletics club. Sadly Andrew didn’t chase this part of his life up, which he said was a shame and wished he had because he imagines those fellows probably had some cracking stories and photographs of Alan.
Benedict mentioned the other week that Alan wrote some gorgeous poetry, but Hodges said that if he wrote any, none has survived, but that it’s a nice thought. Which i find interesting actually because online, there is this, supposedly written by Alan on one of four postcards sent to Robin Gandy;
It reads “Hyperboloids of wondrous Light
Rolling for aye through Space and Time
Harbour there Waves which somehow Might
Play out God’s holy pantomime.”
(which is indeed stunning!)
And that he was really close with Joan. He loved her company. There was just no sex/romance there other than a truly lovely relationship.
He made no comment in regard to a question on The Imitation Game and said he hasn’t seen it so can’t comment.
That’s all i can think of right now. Sorry for the Turing posts but really actually not at all. Not a bit. Not a single tiny inch.
Then I’m doing a film with my mate Benedict [Cumberbatch] and Keira Knightly called The Imitation Game about Bletchley Park and breaking the Enigma code. In fact it’s more about Turing’s life and how as a nation we celebrated him as being a hero by chemically castrating him because he was gay. I play Hugh Alexander, who was initially at loggerheads with Turing, but eventually they become very close friends. We haven’t started shooting yet, but I think Benedict’s going to be extraordinary - loathe as I am to say that!