Travel At Its Truest Is Thus An

If The Term Discussion Has Always Seemed To Me To Imply Mild Warnings Of Wasted Time, Workshop Sets Off A Clangorous Alarm.

Things Without Defense: Insects, Kittens, Small Boys.

Today The Somme Is A Peaceful But Sullen Place, Unforgetting And Unforgiving. ... To Wander Now Over The Fields Destined To Extrude Their Rusty Metal Fragments For Centuries Is To Appreciate In The Most Intimate Way The Permanent Reverberations Of July, 1916. When The Air Is Damp You Can Smell Rusted Iron Everywhere, Even Though You See Only Wheat And Barley.

Understanding The Past Requires Pretending That You Don't Know The Present.

There Is No Apocalypse.