I was meeting some friends in the pub the other day and one of them hadn't shown up.   'Where's Tom?' I asked.   'A...

I could see that, if not actually disgruntled, he was far from being gruntled .    -  The Code of the Woosters , P.G. Wodehouse The resu...

Today Mrs Malaprop told me, on the subject of business, that she had written to somebody. I thought that this was quaint if not quixotic....

I told you that there would be another post on Thomas Browne's Religio Medici . It has been slow in coming but I read at the speed of ...

For Christmas I was given Think On My Words  by David Crystal, which is all about Shakespeare's language. In the first chapter he sets ...

This post will mean nothing if you haven't read Lycidas . Your life will also mean nothing if you haven't read Lycidas . There is a...

Crepitation, I was raised to believe, is the crackling sound made by a log fire: the little pops and snaps that emerge from arboreal combu...