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Sometimes we cannot know what a man is until after his death but then the honours come too late. Sometimes we honour the man whilst living b...
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“ I don't so much fear death as I do wasting life.” Oliver Sacks said that almost, not quite, ten years ago, in October 2009 to his... -
There is an underrated film I can watch again and again and again, as much as for the story as for the soundtrack. In younger days that fil... -
Asking do you believe in second chances is a bit like asking do you believe in fairies. At one time you will and at another time you won... -
After the feasting an outburst of weeping was raised up, much noise in the morning. For bodies had slept when the feast was done; dreams had...
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Miss Kilman stood, in her mackintosh, on the landing, impressed upon my mind, long after I'd finished Mrs Dalloway for the second time... -
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