When twenty-one-year-old Tony, the working-class would-be jockey turned taxi-driver, declares to Apted, “All I understand is dogs, prices, girls, knowledge, roads, streets, squares, mum and dad, and love. That’s all I understand; that’s all I want to understand,” it doesn’t just sound a bit like Keats; it makes as much sense, in its own way.
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Rebecca Mead on the ‘7 Up’ series in the New Yorker.
Terry spoke with the series’ director, Michael Apted, last Tuesday.



