  It is a pity that Turing did not write more about his ethical philosophy and world outlook. As a student he was an admirer of Bernard Shaw's plays of ideas, and to friends would openly voice both the hilarities and frustrations of his many difficult situations. Yet the nearest he came to serious personal writing, apart from occasional comments in private letters, was in penning a short story about his 1952 crisis (Hodges 1983, p. 448). His last two years were particularly full of Shavian drama and Wildean irony. In one letter (to his friend Norman Routledge; the letter is now in the Turing Archive at King's College, Cambridge) he wrote: 