The Chilterns in late September. Summer should be over but won’t let go. Autumn permits this unscheduled day of aestival warmth, but slowly drums its cool brown fingers.
A noiseless patient spider, I mark’d where on a little promontory it stood isolated, Mark’d how to explore the vacant vast surrounding, It launch’d forth filament, filament, filament, out of itself, Ever unreeling them, ever tirelessly speeding them. And you O my soul where you stand, Surrounded, detached, in measureless oceans of space, Ceaselessly musing, venturing, throwing, seeking the spheres to connect them, Till the bridge you will need be form’d, till the ductile anchor hold, Till the gossamer thread you fling catch somewhere, O my soul. (‘A Noiseless Patient Spider’ – Walt Whitman)
Back in June, the Times reported that a man named Ismail Kamoka was working for the consular and cultural affairs section of the Libyan embassy. This is the same Ismail Kamoka who was convicted by a British court in 2007 of funding the Libyan Islamic Fighting Group (LIFG) and providing false passports.
Architecture is the art of how to waste space (attributed to Philip Johnson)
You cannot call such fliers strange Nor imitate surprise Although their subtle pinions range Beyond your soldered eyes. (‘The Birds’ – Edward A Richards)
This good Queen Eleanor…well worthy was she to be remembered by those crosses as monuments, which instead of statues were erected by her husband to her honour. (Remains of a Greater Work, Concerning Britain – William Camden)
Kent In the midst of life we are in death. (Book of Common Prayer)