Questioning Look
This is me, sitting in Maccas with a questioning look on my face, as I use the free wifi. Every time I come to England something strikes me as soon as the tube from Heathrow surfaces with a vista of overgrown allotments, age-old buildings, and endearingly silly signs. I always think to myself, “I feel at home here.” This was especially brought home to me yesterday, when I went to an exhibition at the British Library, and I saw people – young people – voluntarily paying to view ancient books and manuscripts about the literary interpretation of British landscapes. I found it almost impossible to believe that, besides me, anyone would be ridiculous enough to want to do that. But here in the UK, such people exist. Which gave me a small sense of disappointment at the thought of returning to the sunbleached desert of Australia. Australia has its good points – and it has the people I want to be with – but I do experience this feeling every time I leave…
Jealous!!
I really hope we aren’t going to lose you people again to the poms. Devastating this would be I feel… yes
Funny Malcolm – welcome back. I’m waiting for your monograph! Any dates? My daughter (8 years old) just finished reading a forth play of Shakespear (for kids). It suddenly dawned on me that in high school back in South Africa, we only did one! Further, my daughter’s class has read and discussed most of the Greek-Hellenistic gods …. amazing…
How long will you be here?
Best regards
Frederik
I wish I could attend the amazing conference in honor of your doktorvater Anthony Thiselton. I am presenting a paper in Germany next week