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Train Stations and Petrol Stations
The mysteries of nature are nothing compared with the mysteries of the city. Not the least is the insoluble riddle of the petrol station. It is the culmination of one vast chain of evolution, that stretches back to the first lumpish cairns that our distant ancestors called home. It is the polished product, the masterpiece,…
Latin and its Champions
How I ended up being cornered in a schoolyard by a teacher over that formidable fossil Latin, is a strange tale, and not one I intend to tell; suffice to say I undertook to defend that antiquity in the capacity of a bystander, not being properly a Latin teacher myself, but honoured to have taught…
Art – A Fable.
Once upon a time there was a well-dressed and intellectually cultivated civil servant named M. Mortimer. He lived a comfortable life, and was well provided with every luxury the modern world affords to people disinclined to question the ethicality of aristocracy. He was remarkable for two things; which were, his unremarkable life, and the astonishing…
History and Historians
I have discovered a lurking monster in the minds of the semi-academic people who popularise history. The assumption is so enormous and so absurd that I cannot describe it as anything else; for when one cannot make a head or tail of something, it may have a hundred heads and a thousand tails. Indeed, its…
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