Month: September 2002

“If travel is searching and hope is what’s been found, I’m not stopping. I’m going hunting.” Those are the stied lyrics from a bjork song, but they express my mood at the moment quite well. For an Oxbridge Cnut, I’m strangely unconcerned about wealth, and as for success “Art not without ambition, but without The […]

I remember that Rouseeau used to drone on about the great library in Alexandria, y’know the world’s ultimate repository of knowledge, lost for millenia: just another one of those great creations of mankind that are meant to be floating around somewhere. Anyway his version of the story was that when the turks or the ottomans […]