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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It is a small matter of life and death for married people to interrupt each other’s stories; for if they did not, they would burst. Logan Pearsall-Smith Afterthoughts The image is copyright: Everett Collection via Shutterstock
Had we but world enough, and time, This coyness, Lady, were no crime We would sit down and think which way To walk and pass our long love’s day. Thou by the Indian Ganges’ side Shouldst rubies find: I by … Continue reading
There is a town within a town, Where my true love walks alone, And green, oh, meadow green, is her gown, And daffodil gold her shoon. Unto that silent,` secret place, No street, no alley, leads. A town without a … Continue reading
No man in his heart is quite so cynical as a well-bred woman Somerset Maugham A Writer’s Notebook, 1896 (published 1949) The image is by Jules Joseph Lefebvre by Wikimedia.
You walked into the party like you were walking onto a yacht Your hat strategically dipped below one eye Your scarf it was apricot You had one eye in the mirror as you watched yourself gavotte And all the girls … Continue reading