Once upon a time—yes, this is a brushstroke—an Englishman’s home was his castle, and the fiat of the King stopped at the water’s edge. In practical terms, this meant something deceptively simple: everyone in England was treated as English for the purposes of daily life. There were no internal immigration controls. Social and civic services …
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