Sunday, 2 August 2020

Moving Target.

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‘It’s all very well, Catherine,  putting your head above the parapet, ’ my tutor said at that final seminar, ‘yet when it comes to cogent ar...
Tuesday, 12 May 2020

Fustian Sacrifices on the Altar of Love: the Poet Pablo Neruda and the Murderess Mrs Pearcey

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I mentioned in an earlier post my attendance at a wedding when we heard from the altar, at the bridegroom’s request, a recitation of  Siempr...
Monday, 30 March 2020

A Brief Statement on Behalf of the Bereft Mother

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She was the light of my life, my only child, and now I live in darkness. I exist but I am not alive. There is never a day when sh...
Saturday, 21 March 2020

An Oxbridge Tragedy . . .

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             Eyes dart, evade. Cheeks flush. “Must dash, I’ve               barely time for my next viva.”               She never looked ...
Wednesday, 18 March 2020

Words in Time of Pestilence . . . Plague: Are Allegorical Pandemics Instructive? Albert Camus and Kurt Vonnegut.

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The spikes on the outer edge of the COVID-19 virus particles resemble a crown, bestowing on the disease its potent name. The Plague ( ...
Tuesday, 3 March 2020

A Visit Recalled: Dame Edith Sitwell.

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‘Chocolate?’ I had foolishly arrived with a scarce box of fancy liqueur chocs. ‘ My dear , the last time                                 ...
Sunday, 23 February 2020

Ignoble Retreat at the Edge where Earth and Firmament meet . . .

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Ubi cœlum terræ se conjungit.                             A host of angels                                        vent their dirge obsc...