Strange, I guess, how reluctant humans are to accept that the world managed quite well without them before they were born, and will manage just as well after they die. Strange too, I suppose, that in a world where all organisms die, after one day for a Mayfly, or five thousand years for a Bristlecone […]
The secret of success is rich ancestors, relatives in positions of power, and a friend who is a media baron
How many millions of words have I written? Half a million in one book alone, other millions scattered from one end of my life to the other. It would be nice to think one or two will be remembered, else why did I bother?
When I visited, in 1986, Cambridge’s Magdalen College (proud that I knew how to pronounce it), excited, at last, having come so far, with great expectation, to see the Library assembled and read by Samuel Pepys, it was closed, for the month, after 300 years.
Probably just as well you can’t spend an hour with teachers last seen sixty years ago.
Stan Richards, Mary Critch, Alan Strahan, Charlotte Bruce, are teachers now long forgotten by the world. But not by me.
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I began reading when I was three. Now, seventy years later, surely I have absorbed all the wisdom of the world?
Or enough of it anyway Read More »
It is not worth desiring a professorship rather than love and happiness and a long and healthy life. But all four would certainly be nice.
