What hitherto had been the province of angels was about to become the territory of beings bound to the earth. Now they could reach for the stars.
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I often think about the moon. I wonder how I may sail to her.
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It was always a challenge to discover what I wanted to say. Perhaps I was saying too much, scattered here and there, a corpus in need of some coherence, a ...
Of course you know Dr Zhivago: this year marks 50 years since the film’s release. Admirable thought it may be, says Geoffrey Heptonstall, the film cannot touch the book.
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“What would they have made of the wild men? I suppose they would have thought them to be devilish presences, creatures emerging from the Underworld to torment and test the ...
Lawrence Durrell’s Monsieur is battered, foxed, faded, broken… It is a book about ruined lives, as so many fine novels are. It is also about the mystery of things. There ...
The wind from the Pacific was stronger and cooler than the time of year suggested it might have been. Salt sea wind and hot sun burned pale skins, and caught ...