I captured all of these on a single 5-mile walk about a week and a half ago. I’ve only been in the Cobbett, a favored spot of my fellow students and the only one I’ve actually been in. (Click any image to see them all enlarged.)
Et in Arcadia Ego?
We traveled into London last Tuesday to do some research in galleries for my current semester project. Train to Waterloo, tube to Piccadilly.
Two More Pubs
Elegy in a Country Churchyard
It’s hard not to think of Thomas Gray’s Elegy Written in a Country Churchyard on a chilly late Autumn afternoon when you see your shadow on a tombstone. Equally hard to forget Mencken’s gloss on it: “There are no mute, inglorious Miltons, save in the hallucinations of poets. The one sound test of Milton is that he functions as a Milton.”
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