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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I have of late — but wherefore I know not — lost all my mirth, forgone
What a piece of work is a man! how noble in reason! how infinite in faculty! in
And yet to me, what is this quintessence of dust? man delights not me: no,