Reflections of a Statesman: The Writings and Speeches of Enoch Powell
(London: Bellew, 1991), p. 104:
I remember, as sharply as Keats recalled first looking into
Chapman's Homer, the moment — it must have been in 1927 — when I opened my first German book. Here was the language I had dreamt of but never knew existed: sharp, hard, strict but with words which were romance in themselves, words in which poetry and music vibrated together.
Powell, The Observer
(April 24, 1968):
The happiest and most glorious hours of my life
with books have been with German books.