One Sunday morning in early autumn, astray in the summerhouse where I go for silence & certainty, I took down from the spidery shelves of my ‘library in the garden’ (thanks to Edmund Gosse who quotes the case of some old writer who had one) a yellowing volume of essays, acquired from a dead friend […]
Words matter; the linguistic make-up of discourse is all-important… One of the reasons for… lack of understanding… is to be found in the language which people speak. This language is full of wrong concepts, wrong classifications, wrong associations. And the chief thing is that… the vagueness and inaccuracy of ordinary thinking happens because every word […]
(For Laurie & Pat & Patrick & Tom & Ed & All…) Life’s a Story We Tell Ourselves One of the stories I tell myself is that it’s always time to begin again, like Mr Polly. Last night (3rd May 2014) for the umpteenth time I watched the old b&w, entirely gimmickless, film The History […]
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