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.
Apples for the teachers Read More »
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.
The world seems increasingly ruled by people who are certifiably insane. But perhaps it always was.
A country garden sounds like a quaint, quiet, idyllic place, where Percy Grainger could write a chirpy piece of music which goes nowhere. If the country is Australia though the country garden is a place green in tooth and claw. Plants struggle against wind and drought, rabbits, parrots possums and kangaroos, pigs, goats, sheep, weeds
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
