“Will you please let me go?” said Jane. “I want to get home. I am very tired and it’s very late.” “But you’re not going home,” said Miss Hardcastle. “You’re coming to Belbury.” “My husband has said nothing about my joining him there.” Miss Hardcastle… Read More
Edwin H. Friedman complaining about totalitolerance before it was cool
A review of and reflection upon Fyodor Dostoevsky’s brief and beautiful tragedy White Nights.
In which I explain briefly that I read and enjoyed a Wodehouse novel; the reader somehow derives a little second-hand enjoyment from the fact of that.
‘Pardon me, m’lord,’ said Beach. ‘A Mr Wapshott is on the telephone, desirous of speaking to you. He implied that the matter was of importance–’ Lord Vosper came out of his trance. ‘Wapshott?’ ‘Yes, m’lord. He stated that he represented the firm of Wapshott, Wapshott,… Read More