In recent weeks, I’ve found it increasingly difficult to sit and focus on any substantial reading. Instead, I’ve resorted to cherry-picking snippets here and there, if only to fill the hours. Given the events of the past month, my thoughts have been heavily preoccupied with mortality, and much of my reading has taken on a … Continue reading Hamlet’s Mourning Duties
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A Grief Observed: C.S. Lewis’ Journey Through Mourning
After a brief and reluctant pause, I return, though my steps feel heavier, my spirit a bit more subdued. In the last month, I lost my father, and though time has continued its relentless march, it feels like a blurred stretch of restless nights and days that blend together. The weight of this loss is … Continue reading A Grief Observed: C.S. Lewis’ Journey Through Mourning
My Cherished Father
Dad with Nobby - England 1966 World Cup winner In recent nights, I have found myself devoid of the energy or inclination to edit or write. On Friday evening, around 7:30 pm, I held my cherished father as he slipped away. My heart is heavy with sorrow. Though my father had been afflicted with a … Continue reading My Cherished Father
A Not-So-Pan-tastic Review: Arthur Machen’s The Great God Pan
Pan teaching his eromenos, the Shepherd Daphnis, to play his Pan flute. Arthur Machen's The Great God Pan is often hailed as a classic of horror literature, revered for its ability to induce existential dread and psychological unease. But let's face it: it’s also a tale that might make you chuckle at its melodrama, archaic … Continue reading A Not-So-Pan-tastic Review: Arthur Machen’s The Great God Pan
Steppenwolf: then one thing led to another.
A long time ago I met a young lady who became, for a short time, a good friend. I liked her. For me, liking someone was a rare occurrence. To cut a long story short, my friend, Bob, called so as I couldn't pronounce her Greek name, gifted me a book. A book I'd already … Continue reading Steppenwolf: then one thing led to another.