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: June 2013
Sous le ciel de Paris s’envole une chanson elle est née d’aujourd’hui dans le cœur d’un garçon sous le ciel de paris marchent des amoureux leur bonheur se construit sur un air fait pour eux sous le Pont de Bercy … Continue reading
What may be may not be. A deceptively simple way of expressing something we all need to bear in mind at all times?
It is hard to convince a high-school student that he will encounter a lot of problems more difficult than those of algebra and geometry. E W Howe 1853-1937 The Story of a Country Town (1883) The image is copyright: Peshkova … Continue reading
Of all tyrannies, a tyranny sincerely exercised for the good of its victims may be the most oppressive. It would be better to live under robber barons than under omnipotent moral busybodies. The robber baron‘s cruelty may sometimes sleep, his … Continue reading
So delicate my hands, and long, They might have been my pride. And there were those to make them song Who for their touch had died. Too frail to cup a heart within, Too soft to hold the free — … Continue reading
Parlez-moi d’amour Redites-moi des choses tendres Votre beau discours Mon cœur n’est pas las de l’entendre Pourvu que toujours Vous répétiez ces mots suprêmes : “Je vous aime” Talk to me of love tell me tender things once more your … Continue reading
After all, the only proper intoxication is conversation. Oscar Wilde
Because your eyes are slant and slow, Because your hair is sweet to touch, My heart is high again; but oh, I doubt if this will get me much. Dorothy Parker Prophetic Soul