The Trumpery President
Virtually everything I read in the gutter press (Is there anything else?) is fabricated. Fake New is the only news, especially when it comes from the White House.
The Fleming Foundation Cultural Commentary
Read Along With Us
I am having to reread a lot of Victorian literature for this year’s Sumer School. If anyone wishes to join me, we can have some brief discussions. I am starting with Trollope’s rather dark novel, The Way We Live Now.
Wednesday’s Child: Those Were the Days
Soviet revivalism is in the news because it is an instrument in the toolbox of Kremlin propaganda, but this is not entirely relevant to what I want to say.
Taking Control: The Death of Noelia Castillo Ramos
Noelia Castillo Ramos, was last week euthanised in Spain…. she received her death ultimately at the hands of healthcare staff and the State.
Noelia Castillo Ramos, was last week euthanised in Spain…. she received her death ultimately at the hands of healthcare staff and the State.
Poems: Two by Matthew Arnold
Two fine poems by Matthew Arnold who bravely spent his life upholding decency and high standards in a world that was abandoning them.
The Greatest Beer Run Ever
I couldn’t resist the poster of a mustached fellow in a short sleeve button up parachuting down to Vietnam on top of an enormous beer can.
I couldn’t resist the poster of a mustached fellow in a short sleeve button up parachuting down to Vietnam on top of an enormous beer can.
Wednesday’s Child: Casus Belli
It stands to reason that the piloting of a banana republic should be in the hands of banana republicans, but unfortunately we’re not in Latin America and it’s Republicans with a capital R who are at the helm.
Italian III.15. Prepositions with infinitives, and taking time
Back from Italy and feeling the relief at not having to speak Italian all day long.
Grammar I: Infinitives are, as we all learned, verbal nouns.
Making War Hell
O Lord our God, help us to tear their soldiers to bloody shreds with our shells; help us to cover their smiling fields with the pale forms of their patriot dead; help us to drown the thunder of the guns with the shrieks of their wounded, writhing in pain;
