Without assuming that the world, or a tiny fraction of it, awaits my weekly blog, I feel I ought to post something, come what come may, by each weekend. I have done two days of research and development on the King Lear project, and start rehearsals for the musical of Oscar Wilde’s The Importance of Being Earnest …
A modern house, he saw, perhaps ten years old. The place was beautifully kept with that air of opulent peace that clothes even the smallest houses of the well to do. E. C. Bentley, Trent’s Last Case I was touched when some of my regular readers sent messages. There had been an unexplained long lull …
Through the sweet-briar, or the vine, Or the twisted eglantine; While the cock with lively din, Scatters the rear of darkness thin. Milton, ‘L’Allegro’ The Metropolitan railway bisects West Hampstead terraces. Photo by …
There is no index of character so sure as the voice. Benjamin Disraeli October 1st, 2011: I took this photograph on my iPhone just after 7 o’clock this evening, so you see how our London nights are drawing in, though our day was perfect, breaking all records for October – and it promises to be …
A man’s life of any worth is a continual allegory – and very few eyes can see the Mystery of his life – a life like the scriptures, figurative. Keats A sneak preview of my latest work in progress, which I have titled An Allegory of Acquaintance. At the centre, as you will recognize, is …
Driven on the wind that sweeps the gloomy hills of London, Hampstead and Clerkenwell, Campden and Putney, Highgate, Primrose and Ludgate. Not here …
Time present and time past Are both perhaps present in time future, And time future contained in time past. … Footfalls echo in the memory …
There are two worlds: the world we can measure with line and rule, and the world that we feel with our hearts and imagination. Leigh Hunt Sunday, 7th August Preparing for my birthday this last week, I decided, beautification being my quest, to tidy and clean some bookshelves. I wanted to perform a cull – …
Alice opened the door and found that it led into a small passage, not much larger than a rat-hole: she knelt down and looked along the passage into the loveliest garden you ever saw. Lewis Carroll, Alice’s Adventures in Wonderland I love plain, uncluttered white rooms, such as this one in the Museum of Modern …
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