Category: Andrei Navrozov

I read somewhere that the famous “elements” of Aristotle had been lifted by him from a pre-Socratic sage, Empedocles, but anyway let us keep calling them Aristotelian.

When passed by a horse and buggy, ubiquitous in the streets of Palermo, I scarcely know how to respond to Vasily’s wordless query.  Is the answer “horse”?  Or “carriage?”  Or “anachronism”?  Or “tourist attraction”?  By the same token, what am I to say about an open “door” to the balcony, which is a “window” when it is closed?  And is a cup of tea primarily “cup” or primarily “tea”?

We are three Scorpios in this nuclear – a passing nod to the suddenly fashionable dirty bomb – family, all three of us about to celebrate our birthdays this week. Scorpios, avers Cosmopolitan magazine, “like extremes, challenges, danger and darkness.

A criminal case, expected to last for another six months, is now being heard in Manchester Crown Court.  The gentle reader may recall my fitful interest in public sensations of this kind, most recently the Depp libel trial, as these would transport me into that epoch of yellow journalism where liberty of conjecture reigned supreme, so unlike the straitjacketed press in our day.

Scanning the papers, I noted with interest that the Montecito house presently occupied by the British immigrant formerly known as Prince has nine bedrooms and 16 bathrooms.  The bedrooms are neither here nor there.  I’m not a Leveller or any other sort of Communist.  It’s the number of bathrooms – great enough, I should think, to serve a medium-sized airport – that got my goat.

The slogan “Kinder, Küche, Kirche,” otherwise known as “the three Ks,” makes most people think of the Third Reich which famously adopted it, but in fact this slogan dates back to the German Empire.  

Italy has just held a general election. This is widely touted as having brought to power “the most rightwing government since Mussolini,” although why the socialist intellectual Mussolini should serve as a benchmark for the formulaically conservative Roman cafona who will be heading it is something of a mystery.

My private statistical analysis shows that the question most frequently asked of a new parent is “Does he sleep through the night?”  The true purpose of the question – in essence as rhetorical as any old “How are you?” out there – is to show the parent that his interlocutor is a person of acumen and experience who can speak of child rearing as confidently and competently as he speaks of missiles in Donbas or about vegetable gardening. 

Another fascinating thing about watching a child grow is the gestation of his powers of attention.  I do not say “evolution,” though attention is a kind of faculty which is by nature progressive, because I find both evolution and progress conceptually suspect.