Sep 26, 2004 | Chronicles
And Other Favourite Colours Someone just sent me a quote from “The Picture of Dorian Gray”. “Basil, my dear boy, puts everything that is charming in him into his work. The consequence is that he has nothing left for life but his prejudices, his principles and his...
Sep 19, 2004 | Chronicles
Or Roots With A View I always have leaves in my pockets. They are of the kind that never reach the ground when they fall, since they fall into the past. (They also resist absent-mindedness and the laundry, unlike the essential phone numbers scribbled on scraps of...
Sep 12, 2004 | Chronicles
And No, I Don’t Mean The Bookshops….. Say the word “border” and what springs to mind are generally those places inhabited by uniformed officals who have the power to and often enjoy making your life briefly miserable. But then again, it seems our entire existences are...
