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Matters Existential

Or a Bit of This and Some of That I’ve started this newsletter several times. First, I thought I’d write about the fact that I just voted for the first time in my life, and what it meant, in that nebulous out-of-focus way I have of defining my certitudes. Then I...

The Eyes Have It

Or George Washington’s Boots, Gandalf in the Back Seat, the Wings of Angels and a Workshop in Bristol. Just finished reading a book entitled “The World through Blunted Sight” by Patrick Trevor-Roper Despite a rather hokey foray into the symbolism of eyesight (I always...

Britspeak and other Foreign Tongues…

Or the Fine Art of Non-communicating Recently came across a book review in which the reviewer, a decidedly obnoxious but prominent critic, dismissed a British novel because it was riddled with “Britspeak”. Excuse me, but there seems to be something most definitely...

My Books

Or Thoughts in Front of a Bookshelf I like my books. They aren’t particular about the company they keep. The big ones don’t look down on the small ones. The oversize ones recline gracefully, like some ancient staute of Buddha, when the shelf hasn’t enough headroom....

Back to the Drawing Board

Or There’s No Place Like Home Time has taken wing in a big way and suddenly a full month has flown… Apologies for that, I had entertained illusions of actually keeping up a newsletter and deadlines, but the muse flew the coop along with the rest. But, I’m back. Not...