Illusions intact
Probably just as well you can’t spend an hour with teachers last seen sixty years ago.
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?
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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.
An hour spent with chickens grazing in an orchard is an hour well spent, especially in old age.
I think I’m running out of things to learn. Or perhaps just the desire to do so
A man who is bored with the Universe Read More »
Probably best we can’t go back in time to events we didn’t know, at the time, how we would get through or even survive. It is only in hindsight, safe in the knowledge you did survive, that they seem like places you would want to visit
So many dead writers I wish I could have been – Shakespeare of course, and Dickens of course, Keats, Austen, Wodehouse, Conan Doyle, Powell, Eliot, Eliot, Grossmith (both), Proust (I guess), Carroll, Orwell and Pratchett – except and it is a big except, they are all dead and me, I’d rather be alive
Cold and lonely place Read More »
Our eyes take photographs every day as mementos all through life but most of them don’t come out