roper

In the book, I have an interesting turning-point conversation with historian H.R. Trevor-Roper.

After Trevor-Roper told me Hitler was a true believer, he thought he was doing good, I went up to Oxford to see Bullock.

The great British conservative historian Hugh Trevor Roper scoffed at the Marxist claim that history runs in one direction only.

On Thursday afternoon Megan and Grace Phelps-Roper visited the Museum of Tolerance in Los Angeles.

But the understandable external impulse to paint the Phelps-Roper family as simply monsters also misses the mark.

"Nobody knoo, nobody cared," was our friend Major Roper's brief reply to an inquiry what became of this young man.

Major Roper does not get through the whole of the last word—asthma forbids it—but his meaning is clear.

No, she wouldn't castigate old Major Roper for tattling, and at the same time cross-examine him for her own purposes.

I ought to hurry back; but he wanted to prevent Major Roper coming round and getting worse himself; so we agreed for me to come.

Baffled in his main direction, Winn turned his mind upon the subject of Mr. Roper.