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He would make fun of me
for my sloppy handwriting
for mistakes I made...
the careless errors.
He made me want
to improve my standards.
He was an example.
He was a friend.
I didn't care about his example.
What did you care about?
I cared about what I was in his eyes.
More so, in a sense,
than what I was in my own.
Morcom's influence on Turing
was absolutely enormous.
His importance was very,
very profound and very deep
both intellectually and emotionally.
Christopher was a great scientist with
tremendous gifts and tremendous curiosity
curiosity to match Turing's.
So they would often stargaze together.
They were both very
interested in astronomy.
They were more than just pals.
There was a great intimacy between them
but a very innocent... it was
entirely innocent of sexuality.
I think if you find a person like that
and I don't think
everybody does find one
in fact I think it's terribly rare
then all you thought before
all your plans for yourself,
you realise they were just filling a gap.
It was just something for you to do
while you were waiting for this person
and everything you want to be
is something for him, not yourself.
There is a drawback, however.
Finding such a person makes
everybody else appear so ordinary
and if anything happens to him
you've got nothing left
but to return to the ordinary world
and a kind of isolation
At the beginning of December 1929
Chris and Alan went together up to Cambridge
for the scholarship examinations.
And at that time, they were both hoping that
they would succeed and obtain scholarships
and go on to study together at Cambridge.
It wasn't known, of course,
it couldn't be known
to Alan or to Chris
that shortly afterwards,
Alan was to lose his best friend.
Chris died on the 13th of February 1930.
One friend put it quite accurately
when they said, 'poor old Turing
was absolutely bowled over'.
Chris had contracted
tuberculosis as a child.
He suffered from poor health
all his life but he never complained.
He was very private that way.
When I heard he was dead
the world threatened
suddenly to be so different.
I found ways of dragging him around
with me to ease the transition.
I wrote to his mother
a number of times.
I made no secret of
the power of my feelings.
I told her I absolutely worshipped
and she, being his mother,
found no reason to quibble with this.
We shared in the loss of him.
I asked her for a snapshot
and she gave me one.
I have it here.
See?
This is a letter from Alan to
my grandmother, Chris's mother
dated the 20th of February 1930.
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