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The Alchemy of Turning Darkness into Light
A text message the day before, signed in both names, gently confirms that H. and I are to go the the Castle museum entrance a few minutes before the ceremony. It’s a grey morning but unusually mild for December. We … Continue reading
Sunday Concert
It’s a string quartet today. Beethoven. It’s what people enjoy. The folding chairs have been put out. The seat cushions have aged flower patterns and were last washed probably sometime at the end of the last century. Audience members, mostly … Continue reading
The Secret of Winter
When winter envelops you in its embrace, the only place you can look is within. Summer makes you look outwards. It entertains you with a spectacle of colours, intoxicates you with its heady, floral scents, dazzles you with its bright … Continue reading
Winter Lights
H. dislikes Christmas, which is why I am surprised he suggests we go to the Norwich switching on of the Christmas lights. “Yes, but they’ve put up a tunnel of light that’s supposed to look like the Northern Lights next … Continue reading
A Day Bearing a Unique Gift
I look at the clock. It’s 5:50 a.m. Beyond the windows it’s still night and yet I’m wide awake, with a sense of renewed hope and purpose. Then I remember: the clocks have gone back an hour. It’s the start … Continue reading
More Things in Heaven and Earth…
There has been much news coverage, during the past week, of the experimental Mars probe, Schiaparelli, which is now suspected to have exploded upon landing on Mars. No doubt, in time, another spacecraft will be sent to the Red Planet … Continue reading
Arcolaio
Last week, when I was visiting my mother, I found an old toy spinning wheel. I had forgotten all about it and yet, by a mysterious coincidence, it had briefly surfaced in my memory last June, when H. and I … Continue reading
Clearing
The catalyst was a book I was translating, referred to by my friends simply as that book, since I don’t divulge the titles of jobs I hate. Luckily, although not all the books I’ve translated so far have always captured my … Continue reading
Should these Connotations Always Apply?
Dark Just read any book or film review. Dark implies deep, complex, fascinating, intelligent, and, therefore, somehow worthy. I tend to think that dark is just dark. It’s not good, it’s not bad. It’s just dark. But, since we’re on … Continue reading
If Martin Luther had taken some Vitamin C…
In my final year at University, where I was reading for a degree in French Literature, thanks to a new syllabus tried out by the French Department, I was allowed to specialise by choosing four options. I was only too … Continue reading