Wednesday’s Child: Spat on a Plinth
Let us turn to the more lighthearted side of life. While democracy groans and totalitarianism gloats, there is plenty of comedy out there to enjoy.
Let us turn to the more lighthearted side of life. While democracy groans and totalitarianism gloats, there is plenty of comedy out there to enjoy.
The Chinese fortune cookie with a Russian message inside, which I strove to decipher in last week’s post, is beginning to crumble.
I’ll take the last two commandments as a whole, since they are saying, in essence, the same thing: Nobody has the right to tell anyone what is right for him or her. You should be free to live any way you want so long as you’re not harming other people.
Almost a lifetime ago now, it seems, I hosted a St. David’s Day meal at my home. It was a quiet Sunday afternoon, and the member of our company preparing the main dishes was Welsh herself, so we not only ate well but authentically.
It was the social and moral dimension of the pestilence that most attracted the analytical mind of Thucydides. Some perished through want of attention, while others, falling into despair, gave up the fight.