Ewan MacColl sang more songs I like than any other singer. I am more interested in the people in those songs than in him, and I would be inclined to let him rest in peace. However, when someone writes an autobiography (_Journeyman_) in which the entirety of W.W. II has slipped thru the crack between consecutive chapters, (1) he is IMO as much as inviting people to come up with scurrilous rumors, and (2) one's interest is piqued. We are talking about an era that is now slipping from living memory, and during which large numbers of admirable people, left & right, are known to have behaved shamefully. What could possibly need to be concealed after sixty years?