It is somehow very English to have a national day, marked by a saint's day which celebrates a man who may or may not have existed – and probably did not (and if he did was certainly not English and never visited the country) – which we then largely ignore. .
As to our "identity", searching for a definition is rather like hunting for that fabled crock of gold at the end of a rainbow. As you get close to it, it disappears. Bit like the legend of St. George really. Perhaps he is the right patron saint for us, after all.
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