Reading Robert Louis Stevenson’s Thrawn Janet is rather like stumbling across a hidden bottle of whisky in a dusty old kirk - an unexpected pleasure, provided you can stomach the cobwebs and the dead rats floating inside. The story itself, once you prise it out from beneath the dreadful mound of vernacular rubble, is a … Continue reading Thrawn Janet by Robert Louis Stevenson: A Masterpiece Buried Beneath a Mound of Linguistic Muck
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The Saxon Spirit in a Modern Age: Kipling’s The Norman and the Saxon
Rudyard Kipling’s The Norman and the Saxon is a poem steeped in history, but it also serves as a stark and prophetic warning. On the surface, it appears to be a study of the differences between the Norman conquerors and the Saxons they subdued, but beneath the historical veneer lies a commentary on resilience, justice, … Continue reading The Saxon Spirit in a Modern Age: Kipling’s The Norman and the Saxon
Tending Life’s Garden: A Reflection on Christina Rossetti’s Warning
Christina Rossetti - she always did have a knack for wrapping melancholy in silk and leaving us to untangle the knots. Her poem here, with its mournful musings and botanical regrets, is no exception. It’s a lament, to be sure, but one that blooms with quiet beauty even as it wilts under the frost of … Continue reading Tending Life’s Garden: A Reflection on Christina Rossetti’s Warning
The Power of the Classics: Enoch Powell and the Legacy of Political Rhetoric
It has always struck me as curious that, in an age where fewer and fewer people read the great works of antiquity, classical literature still finds its way into the mouths of politicians. Like incantations spoken in a dead language, these references - often half-remembered, plucked from history like ripe fruit - are meant not … Continue reading The Power of the Classics: Enoch Powell and the Legacy of Political Rhetoric
The Madness of Crowds and the Lonesome Road to Sanity
I felt the unmistakable itch of a good, old-fashioned rant coming on - the kind that bubbles up like a kettle left screaming on the hob, demanding release before it scalds the lot of us. As for the sordid details of why, well, I shall spare you the tedium. Some things are best left festering … Continue reading The Madness of Crowds and the Lonesome Road to Sanity
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