Part 2 (Obituaries) - King's College - University of Cambridge

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164 OBITUARIES to the needs of his audience, taking the time to explain seminal texts to the undergraduates and presenting his points in several different ways. He is remembered as having a pugnacious although humorous style, curling his lip disdainfully at the mention of other philosophers. He had a disarmingly open immodesty, a love of showing off and a sense of his own importance, reflecting the importance he attached to the views he held. Wolfe was greatly in demand as a writer of references; he was a highly effective supervisor of his graduate students, encouraging them to develop their own arguments and to think independently. Once Wolfe retired from the University of Manchester, he moved a short distance to join the Department of Politics and Philosophy at the Manchester Metropolitan University as Emeritus Leverhulme Fellow, before being appointed Visiting Professor in 1996. A revival of interest in the thinking of A N Whitehead in the 1990s delighted him and brought him back into demand as a speaker. Although by then he was too frail to travel, he enjoyed giving information and advice by telephone and email. His wife, Claire Oxburgh, predeceased him; he is survived by his son Lawrence. DAVID MCANALLY (1935), uncle of TJ Dashwood (1967), was a tall and very fair man, who was gentle, kind, shy and good at sports. He was born in Edgbaston, Birmingham, where his father was a curate. The family moved around, as clergy families tend to do, and David went to school near Brighton and then to Gresham’s in Norfolk, as by that time the family were living at the rectory in Hethersett, near Norwich. He came to King’s to read Medicine, and moved on to the Middlesex Hospital. He became a house surgeon at the East Suffolk and Ipswich Hospital, and was a Lieutenant in the RAMC. David enjoyed his time at King’s, but at some point he realised that he had made a wrong choice in opting for Medicine. He felt that the enormous workload the subject necessitated had prevented him from making the most of friendships and clubs; he should have specialised in the Natural Sciences

instead. It was not easy, however, to change University courses midstream, and as his father had made sacrifices to support him through his studies, David was unwilling to disappoint him; so he continued with Medicine and qualified. He worked for a while at a hospital in Glasgow, where tuberculosis was quite common. He gained considerable experience of the disease and the response of sufferers to new drug treatments, to the extent that he contracted TB himself and had to spend a time recuperating in Midhurst, Sussex, where he thoroughly appreciated the beautiful countryside. In Glasgow he met his future wife, Margaret, a bright and ambitious worker in the hotel trade. David’s brother John was his senior by only nine months, and they were very close. John’s death in action as a bomber pilot in 1941 hit David, and the rest of the family, very hard. David began to suffer from depression, which forced him to leave the army during the war.Very little was known at the time about depressive illness. Sufferers tended to be stigmatized as lazy. Electro-convulsive treatment, used in severe cases such as David’s, was very aggressive, and antidepressant drugs were primitive, causing long-term side-effects and permanent damage. Unfortunately David had to fight bouts of depression for the rest of his life. He gave up his career as a practising doctor and turned to laboratory research into, amongst other things, orange juice. He worked as Medical Consultant at Herts Pharmaceuticals, and from 1956 was a scientist in the Government Scientific Civil Service, at the Ministry of Agriculture, Fisheries and Food. Margaret’s career brought the couple to the Regent Palace Hotel in Piccadilly, and they made their home in a flat there after their marriage in 1962. Depression forced David into early retirement in the 1970s. He loved classical music on the radio and at concerts, liked the big band music of the 1930s and always listened to the Christmas Eve carol service broadcast from King’s. His father had been a King’s chorister, and David too had a very pleasant singing voice. When Margaret retired, they moved to a very cosy house in Putney where they enjoyed offering hospitality. David liked eating out and entertaining others; his favourite meal was a hot curry followed by sherry trifle, with a single modest gin and tonic. He and Margaret took many Continental holidays, and he was a keen birdwatcher and rambler when his 165 OBITUARIES

instead. It was not easy, however, to change <strong>University</strong> courses midstream, and<br />

as his father had made sacrifices to support him through his studies, David<br />

was unwilling to disappoint him; so he continued with Medicine and<br />

qualified. He worked for a while at a hospital in Glasgow, where tuberculosis<br />

was quite common. He gained considerable experience <strong>of</strong> the disease and the<br />

response <strong>of</strong> sufferers to new drug treatments, to the extent that he contracted<br />

TB himself and had to spend a time recuperating in Midhurst, Sussex, where<br />

he thoroughly appreciated the beautiful countryside. In Glasgow he met his<br />

future wife, Margaret, a bright and ambitious worker in the hotel trade.<br />

David’s brother John was his senior by only nine months, and they were very<br />

close. John’s death in action as a bomber pilot in 1941 hit David, and the rest<br />

<strong>of</strong> the family, very hard. David began to suffer from depression, which forced<br />

him to leave the army during the war.Very little was known at the time about<br />

depressive illness. Sufferers tended to be stigmatized as lazy. Electro-convulsive<br />

treatment, used in severe cases such as David’s, was very aggressive, and antidepressant<br />

drugs were primitive, causing long-term side-effects and<br />

permanent damage. Unfortunately David had to fight bouts <strong>of</strong> depression for<br />

the rest <strong>of</strong> his life.<br />

He gave up his career as a practising doctor and turned to laboratory research<br />

into, amongst other things, orange juice. He worked as Medical Consultant at<br />

Herts Pharmaceuticals, and from 1956 was a scientist in the Government<br />

Scientific Civil Service, at the Ministry <strong>of</strong> Agriculture, Fisheries and Food.<br />

Margaret’s career brought the couple to the Regent Palace Hotel in Piccadilly,<br />

and they made their home in a flat there after their marriage in 1962.<br />

Depression forced David into early retirement in the 1970s. He loved classical<br />

music on the radio and at concerts, liked the big band music <strong>of</strong> the 1930s and<br />

always listened to the Christmas Eve carol service broadcast from King’s. His<br />

father had been a King’s chorister, and David too had a very pleasant singing<br />

voice. When Margaret retired, they moved to a very cosy house in Putney<br />

where they enjoyed <strong>of</strong>fering hospitality. David liked eating out and<br />

entertaining others; his favourite meal was a hot curry followed by sherry<br />

trifle, with a single modest gin and tonic. He and Margaret took many<br />

Continental holidays, and he was a keen birdwatcher and rambler when his<br />

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OBITUARIES

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