He looked resigned, as

He looked resigned, as though he knew that wretched door–to where? Home? Heaven? Peace?–would never open, and at the same time he seemed resolved, ready to do his bit even though he couldn’t possibly know what sacrifices that would require. Had he been kept here, too–in a place he didn’t belong, serving in a war … Read more

I was on a

I was on a walking tour of Oxford colleges once with a group of bored and unimpressable tourists. They yawned at Balliol’s quad, T.E. Lawrence’s and Churchill’s portraits, and the blackboard Einstein wrote his E=mc2 on. Then the tour guide said, ‘And this is the Bridge of Sighs, where Lord Peter proposed (in Latin) to … Read more