Monthly Archives: August 2015

King Solomon’s Ring

The creative writer, in depicting an animal’s behaviour, is under no great obligation to keep within the bounds of exact truth than is the painter or the sculptor in shaping an animal’s likeness. But   all three artists must regard … Continue reading

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Vera

Lucy recognised the cover of one of them at once, it was Wuthering Heights. Miss Entwhistle took it up, read its title in silence, and put it down again. The next one was Emily Brontë’s collected poems. Miss Entwhistle took it … Continue reading

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In the Mountains

There is the oddest lot of books in this house, pitchforked together by circumstances, and sometimes their accidental rearrangement by Antoine after cleaning their shelves each spring of my absence would make their writers, if they could know, curdle between … Continue reading

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American Gods

Fiction allows us to slide into these other heads, these other places, and look out through other eyes. And then in the tale we stop before we die, or we die vicariously and unharmed, and in the world beyond the … Continue reading

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In the Mountains

While I dress it is my habit to read. Some book is propped up open against the looking-glass, and sometimes, for one’s eyes can’t be everywhere at once, my hooks in consequence don’t get quite satisfactorily fastened. Indeed I would … Continue reading

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Diary of a teacher

There is always a gap between what the students think they know, and what they actually know. Take the self-reported background knowledge with a big pinch of salt.  Your starting point should be a good 1 mile back from the … Continue reading

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