Category Archives: Writing
Nothing New Under the Sun
When one is old, as I am, one learns to remain silent on certain things, except when in the company of close friends of a similar age. One’s physical complaints, of course, are never to be mentioned, or only in … Continue reading
Posted in Essays, History, Philosophy, Writing
Tagged Age, Book of Ecclesiastes, experience, learning, old, The Diary of Samuel Pepys
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Like a Visit with an Old Lover
This is the phrase that leaped to mind, unbidden, as I read the first few pages of the “Preface” to Hermann Hesse’s Steppenwolf. The familiarity of the words (for I have read them at least thrice), their poetical presentation (even … Continue reading
Posted in Books & Literature, Literary fiction, Literature, Writing
Tagged Ayobami Adebayo, Shakespeare, Stay with me, Steppenwolf
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