The Cs are far humbler than the Bs, they are not shop keepers or teachers but definite servants, forced to wear smocks and grow forelocks so they can doff them – to As. Persephone readers will be getting to the stage when having their first glimpse of Tory Heaven of not knowing whether to laugh or cry. But it gets worse, far worse. (Although stops short at genocide. Yet it’s hard not to have the knowledge at the back of one’s mind that Marghanita Laski was writing only months after the discovery of the Holocaust  – as it was not called then  – and this must have intensified her satirical gaze.)