Even before I’d seen the two good comments on yesterday’s post I was worrying about whether I had given a true picture.1 Maybe you think I don’t like Rome, that I’m itching to return? Well, no. I do like Rome.

Last night, walking Mel, I did a little grocery shopping. Among the purchases, a cou...

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Of course you can't go back; but -- oh great: I start writing in one spare minute and my mother interrupts. so here I am more than a day later trying to remember how I had planned to proceed and lamenting a lost mobile phone and a broken back tooth. The phone is surely on the floor of the rental car...

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Incredible are the folly and perversity of a public that will leave unread writings of the noblest and rarest of minds, of all times and all countries, for the sake of reading the writings of commonplace persons which appear daily, and breed every year in countless numbers like flies; merely becau...

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It's like life on Finchley Road all those years ago. You wait ages for the No. 13 bus to take you to Oxford Circus, and along come three in a row. A week ago I'm complaining sotto voce about never having been sand-bagged or meme-tagged, and now it's happened twice. No. 1 in time will take a little more thoughtful consideration. But No. 2, from the Blue Girl, shouldn't be too hard. Eight Random Facts About Myself.

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From xkcd -- one of my favorites. Of course, a true pedant would point out that thyme is generally considered a herb, rather than a spice ...