Benjamin Britten loved boys but could be trusted to have them sleep over because he valued them for their innocence. Parents allowed him free access to their little nippers and the little nippers- now old men- speak of him with an affection tinged with hero-worship. They feel privileged to have known him. David Hemmings- now not only old but dead- cut to the chase. "Did he give me one? No he didn't"
Autre temps, autre moeurs.
Britten was a paedophile, but an ethical one. We seem to have lost the ability to conceive of such a thing. I think it's a pity.