Author of books on Calcutta, Delhi and Dar es Salaam, I am now blogging as a lay person about the Church of England and the Anglican Communion. I am also blogging about the effects of World War One on the village of St Mary Bourne, Hampshire.
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Monthly Archives: May 2013
When I was a little wolf cub and you were a brownie, We always remembered our good turn each day. First it was your turn, and then it was my turn, And life was so wonderful and carefree and gay. … Continue reading
All well-brought up people are afraid of having any experience which seems to them uncharacteristic of themselves as they imagine themselves to be. Yet this is the only kind of experience that is really alive and can lead them anywhere … Continue reading
A large city cannot be experientially known; its life is too manifold for any individual to participate in it. Aldous Huxley Beyond the Mexique Bay I find this an interesting idea. I have lived in London and New York for … Continue reading
To be wildly enthusiastic, or deadly serious – both are wrong. Both pass. One must keep ever-present a sense of humour. It depends entirely on yourself how much you see or hear or understand. But the sense of humour I … Continue reading
Routine is not organisation, any more than paralysis is order. Sir Arthur Helps 1813-1875 Organisation in Daily Life The image is copyright: Leremy via Shutterstock
An ancient irish ballad, which was written a few years ago, and which is replete with all the accoutrements of this art form. In particular, it has a sort of idiotic refrain (in this case rickety tickety-tin ) you’ll notice … Continue reading
We do not love qualities, we love a person, sometimes by reason of their defects as well as their qualities. Jacques Maritain 1882-1973
I feel that art has something to do with the achievement of stillness in the midst of chaos. A stillness which characterizes prayer, too, and the eye of the storm. I think that art has something to do with an … Continue reading
Lord Lundy from his earliest years Was far too freely moved to Tears. For instance if his Mother said, “Lundy! It’s time to go to Bed!” He bellowed like a Little Turk. Or if his father Lord Dunquerque Said “Hi!” … Continue reading
You might very well think that. I couldn’t possibly comment. Catchphrase of Francis Urquhart, Chief Whip and then Prime Minister in ‘The House of Cards‘ by Michael Dobbs.