Yes I’ll make glowing skin an important part of my summer
I’ll go to the Sinai desert, maybe I’ll do some sightseeing. What is the name of the mountain there?
Who wrote that book Eyeless in Gaza?
He was psychic.
Not just Eyeless either.
Perhaps you’d like to see Abraham’s tomb, hesitate it’s in Samaria now or is it Judea?
Let’s not worry about where it is as long as they sell ice cream and you don’t have to queue for too long
Will they have a public convenience there?
With the army and the drones we’ll be wetting ourselves.
Will we be able to get holiday insurance do you think?
I would like to see the sea of Galilee and I’d like to see somebody walking on the water preferably Jesus Christ. But he’s not for hire. They could get an actor but could anyone teach him how to walk on water if he is not the son of God,?
Well going to a hot desert will make your skin glow for sure and if you get too near the fighting it won’t just be your skin that’s glowing
If you’re depressed the shock might do you good and you would then like to come back to England and find that we’ve only had a few street riots and children being killed in a dancing class. And somebody dying lying on the floor in A&E underneath her coat.
The staff said that thought she was a homeless person having a rest but they did not check up when she did not answer her name three times. So it’s a good idea to get some very expensive clothing before you go to A&d and maybe a golf necklace and a diamond tiara. But even then they probably say thought it was artificial and that you’ve bought it in Woolworths in their closing down sale in 1931.
No answer to this I’m afraid there’s no answer
A unique achievement is never happened before. Make a film about it perhaps they would like to make a film because I spent 72 Hours in A&E in the last nine months and believe me it’s not easy
Although inject you with morphine can you believe it and it’s free all you have to do is break your wrist and catch a serious disease
Now the prime minister is trying to work up a bit of fuss by taking away the winter fuel allowance from the elderly or most of the elderly. Those who are still alive by Xmas.
Well there’s a lot of very intelligent people in the government now but I think there’s a lack of imagination.
It should be obvious to a newborn baby that the right wing press.. were just longing for something like this then they can spend weeks indeed years saying how dreadful this new government is.
I don’t see anyone reading this right wing newspapers will be so poor that they are entitled to winter fuel alone even now after the government has changed the rules I don’t see many conservatives are living on pension credit and if they are they shouldn’t be
Where have they hidden their money? And why did people believe them?
Now if I was you I would not go to the sinai desert because there’s a lot of people trying to get in there at the moment. You might get crushed to death which will save you from spending weeks and months in A and E lying on a trolley with nothing to eat or drink
You never know if you don’t get crushed to death and you managed to go into the holy land you might see a Burning Bush. But somehow I don’t think you will hear a still small voice or a whisper because it’s rathervnoisy over there now.
As Mary stood by the fridge at bedtime, a can of fly killer brought by dear Annie fell off the top and struck her red,orange and brown framed spectacles on the top.The heavy can hurt her nose I hope nobody thinks a man has done this. she said to Emile Well,I didn’t do it ,he mioawed cheerfully It must be an Act of God, she mused.I hope there is no bruise Ah,well.Are you sleeping on my bed,she asked Emile No,I think I might go out roaming Looking for frogs,she teased him I may return, depending on the weather Suddenly Annie knocked on the door Are you all right, she asked anxiously? Why, what is wrong,dear? Your nose is blue It’s that fly stuff, it fell onto me! I’m terribly sorry.We must put it somewhere else. Choose between me and the flies,Mary joked. You are my best friend.I will not bring this stuff again I am off to bed,Mary cried.Let me lock the door behind you Annie ran out, and stole The Duty of Genius by Ray Monk.She wanted to discover why Mary liked Wittgenstein.And it covers a dangerous and terrible era in human history from the end of several Empires to the Second World War and beyond I wonder what the children of Dr Mengele and the other dreadful criminals who committed torture and atrocties would feel like when they learned the truth abou their fathers So Annie is embarking on some serious study while Mary is reading Woman and Home magazine.What is causing this strange change? In bed ,Mary gazed at an article on ” How to dress well when you are over 80″ Alas all the clothes were expensive.Very Does it matter what I wear, she pondered? I suppose people do judge by appearances, she concluded.But which people? Maybe I shall dress in one colour from now on.But not black. Blue is a good colour.From now on if I buy new clothese, they must be blue Maybe just a blue silk scarf is enough to make a vivid impression Mean while Annie is crying over “The Duty of Genius” because at least two of Wittgenstein’s brothers took their own live and his sisters were almost captured by the Nazis who had to be bought off by the family wealth unlike Freud’s sisters So what are we complaining about in the UK, she asked herself before saying some almost forgotten prayers. And wished her husband were there to hold her in his arms.At least one of her husbands would have been most welcome
“Unlike many academic critics who have expended huge amounts of energy on uncovering Eliot’s sources, pointing to obscure allusions that might unlock hidden meanings in the verse, Mr. Raine zeros in on the emotional core of the poems, using his own familiarity with Eliot’s work to give the lay reader a visceral understanding of how the poet came to articulate his ideas and how those ideas evolved over the years.
As a poet himself, Mr. Raine has a practitioner’s understanding of language and rhythm and sound, and he uses this knowledge to convey the beauty and power of Eliot’s verse, and the myriad, subtle ways it works its magic on the reader. He points out how the use of the pedantic word ”therefrom” in ”Gerontion” (”I that was near your heart was removed therefrom ”) functions as a ”tiny cough in ink,” underscoring the narrator’s self-conscious, wallflower personality. And he points out the sexual urgency contained in the ”two adjacent, cunningly unpunctuated, present participles” in these lines from ”The Waste Land”: ”the human engine waits/ Like a taxi throbbing waiting.”
Locating thematic links between masterworks like ”The Waste Land” and lesser-known works like ”Animula,” Mr. Raine does a dexterous job of showing how Eliot developed the idea of ”the buried life.” The two most famous poems to address this theme directly are ”The Hollow Men,” which depicts those gutless, empty souls who, as Mr. Raine puts it, have been rejected by both ”heaven and hell because they have neither sinned nor been actively virtuous,” and ”The Love Song of J. Alfred Prufrock,” which depicts a sensitive but timid man who has failed to seize the day, who, in Mr. Raine’s words, has resolved ”to remain repressed,” to avoid ”the element of risk that is part of truly living.”
”Animula,” Mr. Raine goes on, similarly depicts ”a psychically damaged, confined soul corroded by its own caution,” while ”Gerontion” is narrated by ”a voluptuary of inaction with an extensive collection of alibis” for his circumscribed life.
As for ”The Waste Land,” the title is itself a reference to the desert — a symbol of aridity, emptiness, the failure of feeling, as these lines from Eliot’s 1934 play ”The Rock” make clear:”
Even if we love them deeply we cannot sacrifice ourselves for them
Because this is not a play that we are in
This is reality, in other words we live and we die. Since you had children, your death has caused more suffering
More than mine would I think
Butwho said this life was not for suffering?
The man who came to hang the curtains said to me
There’s nothing to say we were put on this earth to be happy
Although it’s possible for some of the time.
It’s possible to be very happy like we were walking on the cliffs near St Margaret’s Bay in Kent
The weather was hot, by the path:there were many tiny wild flowers
But no one goes to Kent for a holiday now.
But we did and we liked to stay in Deal
Outside Walmer Castle
We sat on a bench surrounded by tulips in full bloomA large cat came and jumped onto my husband’s knee
I think he smelled very nice. But then I would wouldn’t I being his wife?
When he was worried I was say kind things to him like, when in doubt do nowt.
I used to empty his worry bags… when hen he was old and ill. Well it was a game.
Once in the middle of the night he worked me up and said he felt very odd. He said will you read me some of your stories about Emile the cat. So I did and then he went to sleep again
I didn’t think of him as dying. He was always alive to me right to the moment when his heart stopped beating and I saw in my mind’s eye his soul fly up like the lark ascending.
But now I’m alone. Although if you believe in God you are never alone particularly when you are doing something wicked
Does it follow from that that the bad have an advantage God is watching them so much they must feel his eyes upon them and they like it. But maybe they’re making a big mistake.
It’s better to avoid the eye of God I think but just hope that his living hands will hold you up while you’re alive
Is that not a logical deduction?
But we must not take the name of God in vain.
Or only once a week perhaps if that doesn’t offend anyone else
It’s like with my medication I always leave one pill out
It’s good to be the agent in your own life. Just by being disobedient you can win. You can’t obey everything you’re told to do, in my opinion that is
But however strong and beautiful we are we will come to dust one day.
It’s hard indeed to believe that the flowers will bloom and the trees will blossom regardless of our fate.
But it’s really better that way.
It’s a terrible responsibility if you are the center of the universe so be grateful for your humble station That’s what I tell myself every day.
“To be on a level with the dust of the earth that is the supreme virtue”
2 years after my husband died one of my neighbors lost her husband. She was unusually devoted to him because she was born in what was Yugoslavia in 1930 and was brought up on her grandmother’s small farm with one horse to help them.
Later she came to England. She married this very interesting pleasant and intelligent man but unfortunately he died in 2017
She told me about three weeks afterwards because she was unable to speak for a time
And she would come around at odd times.
One winter evening she arrived and she followed me into the sitting room where she stood by the fire.
She would never sit down so I sat down myself
She began to cry
I wasn’t sure what to say but suddenly I found that I was crying as well
Reverse cried for about 15 minutes. Then she dried her eyes. She looks at me and she said, thank you.
To see a World in a Grain of Sand And a Heaven in a Wild Flower Hold Infinity in the palm of your hand And Eternity in an hour A Robin Red breast in a Cage Puts all Heaven in a Rage A Dove house filld with Doves & Pigeons Shudders Hell thr’ all its regions A dog starvd at his Masters Gate Predicts the ruin of the State A Horse misusd upon the Road Calls to Heaven for Human blood Each outcry of the hunted Hare A fibre from the Brain does tear A Skylark wounded in the wing A Cherubim does cease to sing The Game Cock clipd & armd for fight Does the Rising Sun affright Every Wolfs & Lions howl Raises from Hell a Human Soul The wild deer, wandring here & there Keeps the Human Soul from Care The Lamb misusd breeds Public Strife And yet forgives the Butchers knife The Bat that flits at close of Eve Has left the Brain that wont Believe The Owl that calls upon the Night Speaks the Unbelievers fright He who shall hurt the little Wren Shall never be belovd by Men He who the Ox to wrath has movd Shall never be by Woman lovd The wanton Boy that kills the Fly Shall feel the Spiders enmity He who torments the Chafers Sprite Weaves a Bower in endless Night The Catterpiller on the Leaf Repeats to thee thy Mothers grief Kill not the Moth nor Butterfly For the Last Judgment draweth nigh He who shall train the Horse to War Shall never pass the Polar Bar The Beggars Dog & Widows Cat Feed them & thou wilt grow fat The Gnat that sings his Summers Song Poison gets from Slanders tongue The poison of the Snake & Newt Is the sweat of Envys Foot The poison of the Honey Bee Is the Artists Jealousy The Princes Robes & Beggars Rags Are Toadstools on the Misers Bags A Truth thats told with bad intent Beats all the Lies you can invent It is right it should be so Man was made for Joy & Woe And when this we rightly know Thro the World we safely go Joy & Woe are woven fine A Clothing for the soul divine Under every grief & pine Runs a joy with silken twine The Babe is more than swadling Bands Throughout all these Human Lands Tools were made & Born were hands Every Farmer Understands Every Tear from Every Eye Becomes a Babe in Eternity This is caught by Females bright And returnd to its own delight The Bleat the Bark Bellow & Roar Are Waves that Beat on Heavens Shore The Babe that weeps the Rod beneath Writes Revenge in realms of Death The Beggars Rags fluttering in Air Does to Rags the Heavens tear The Soldier armd with Sword & Gun Palsied strikes the Summers Sun The poor Mans Farthing is worth more Than all the Gold on Africs Shore One Mite wrung from the Labrers hands Shall buy & sell the Misers Lands Or if protected from on high Does that whole Nation sell & buy He who mocks the Infants Faith Shall be mockd in Age & Death He who shall teach the Child to Doubt The rotting Grave shall neer get out He who respects the Infants faith Triumphs over Hell & Death The Childs Toys & the Old Mans Reasons Are the Fruits of the Two seasons The Questioner who sits so sly Shall never know how to Reply He who replies to words of Doubt Doth put the Light of Knowledge out The Strongest Poison ever known Came from Caesars Laurel Crown Nought can Deform the Human Race Like to the Armours iron brace When Gold & Gems adorn the Plow To peaceful Arts shall Envy Bow A Riddle or the Crickets Cry Is to Doubt a fit Reply The Emmets Inch & Eagles Mile Make Lame Philosophy to smile He who Doubts from what he sees Will neer Believe do what you Please If the Sun & Moon should Doubt Theyd immediately Go out To be in a Passion you Good may Do But no Good if a Passion is in you The Whore & Gambler by the State Licencd build that Nations Fate The Harlots cry from Street to Street Shall weave Old Englands winding Sheet The Winners Shout the Losers Curse Dance before dead Englands Hearse Every Night & every Morn Some to Misery are Born Every Morn and every Night Some are Born to sweet delight Some are Born to sweet delight Some are Born to Endless Night We are led to Believe a Lie When we see not Thro the Eye Which was Born in a Night to perish in a Night When the Soul Slept in Beams of Light God Appears & God is Light To those poor Souls who dwell in Night But does a Human Form Display To those who Dwell in Realms of day
I have a wound From where the red blood flowed with clots that pained Babies dead and nothing else remained Yet I tried again and never knew My interior a man might love to view In childhood this place seemed so very small Now it feels so huge, the size appalls The envy of the plain, the vice of fools This sacred space, a woman’s school I have a wound
Is quite a complicated title because first of all you are judging your relatives to be bad and maybe they are in some way or other.
And you adjusting yourself as being good and and that implies to you that you should be rewarded by not having any nasty relatives.
Il it is indeed complex because I have a relative by marriage who is too old to read fortunately. This person has all the attributes externally of goodness
City devoted our life to the church it’s a good works preaching sermons leading retreats..
I find when I speak to her on the phone that usually ends with something wounding or cutting or spiteful but I don’t very much whether this is deliberate
Sometimes will refer sadly to the fact that she has never been married.
She suffers from depression
No it’s quite possible that all of us do things that we’re not consciously aware of such as making sly or critical remarks to other people or about other people and we may not know what the effect of this is but sometimes when this happens s you have to withdraw unless you know them so well that you can actually point it out.
And you can tell them they should be grateful that you’re pointing out this sort of thing because it will cost a lot of money to go to a psychoanalyst and spend several years lying on the coast when I could tell you straight away some of your habits that a brought you pain
In any case even if you are a genuinely good person who never deliberately and rarely unconsciously wounds other people why should you be protected from having nasty relatives because human beings are not saints and logically it follows that nearly everybody has got relatives who hurt or angerv them in some way.
So why does someone write a book about it? It reminds me of another book which I have not read but I believe have a good reputation and it’s called something like
When bad things happened to good people.
How many times do we have to learn that being good however successful we are cannot protect us from the horrors of the world or accidenrs floods etc
Some early Protestant thinkers believed that God would reward the hard work by wealth and so being wealthy was a sign of goodness and other people believed that if you are a good God will be kind to you and protect you from evil well that is not true as if you look at the history of the Jews in Europe you see the immense suffering they endured.
I think there are not many people who are deeply good because it’s very very hard to attend such a state living in this world
I know a lot of people who do lead admirable lives and help the suffering and the sick or produce works of art and poetry and literature that help many of the human race to rise above their suffering.
There is no way that can ensure that you will never suffer in life and sadly some mental illnesses involved withdrawal from the world because of the suffering and trauma a person’s endured but being withdrawn alone and on related to others is not a happy state for most people
And yet how can we live in such a world without becoming cynical?
If you can avoid becoming bitter in cynical it will benefit you and if it’s possible I have found that I am not cynical but I still suffer.
I don’t want to be cynical I don’t want to be embittered by certain things that have happened to me. If you believe that Jesus was the son of God or even Jesus has just a very special man who was holy he certainly suffered didn’t he question mark but what he cynical what he bitter!No
Of course he did despair at one point
Some people have found that when they are suffering it helps them to think that Jesus also suffered although not as badly as some human beings have suffered in the 20th century for example.
How many people have felt alone in the suffering like Jesus felt while in the garden of gethsemane?
What else did disciples could you not watch one hour with me?
Certainly when we are grieving we sometimes feel that way that Peter cross the road when they see
us coming. My sister suffered a great deal in her last 18 months but she did not seem to be bitter about her lot although she was sad because she wanted to see her grandchildren
She even appeared to me in a dream apologizing to me for the fact that she had to go home because she was so ill.
And after she died for several days I could feel a strong happiness as if she was at peace I have no idea what happens after death but it’s not as simple as it seems.
So my next book will be called why everybody has bad relatives and why bad relatives are not always as bad as they are made ought to be.
English style my way:make it coloured if you can.Wear a hat if bald.Wash your trousers as often as is sensible.Wash your own!It’s easy
Wash your clothes a lot but don’t iron them
Go out in only a T shirt and jeans in winter.
Old grey anoraks look good on most people,or so they seem to think
Wear skirts that show your thighs off or leggings that show everything else off or both or nothing
Do wear crop tops and low rise jeans especially when suffering from underactive thyroid disorder
Jeans with rips are perfect for old ladies.Rip it yourself
Wear thick padded down coats in the summer.
Never wear a summer dress especially if you are a man
Never wear petticoats and other lingerie.Just pants and top or vest
Wear a T shirt saying:Anti-Semitic, moi? while touring Oxford looking for pubs
Wear a T shirt saying :Belgians, go back to Congo.
Wear a T shirt saying :I feel Rubbish
Wear a T shirt that says :I luv money
Wear a T shirt that says: Educated in Burton, can’t spell
Make sure your hair is exposed— both head and pubic.
I don’t understand either but they keep saying,where are you from?
I say,here,But somehow they don’t believe me.
Actually, I am mixed race.So I am only British.
Even with ethnicity we have a class system with English at the top and mixed race somewhere further down.Ancient Briton? Sorry,dear
, The rich may not be cruel, but they are blind They don’t know how poor most workers are They may not mean to sin or be unkind
We all have our defences, undefined Unconscious of our malice, their despair The rich may not be cruel, but they are blind
The unemployed, disabled, are maligned Without a proper voice , this is unfair Who does not mean to be at all unkind?
Men have toiled for years in dark coal mines Glad to be at work but often scared The rich may not be cruel, but they are blind
The poor are growing reckless, unresigned Jerusalem, what has your Lord to say? Which human does not mean to be unkind?
Ignorance is not the ideal way Give money to the outcasts as they sigh The rich may not be cruel, but they are blind They do not know they’ve sacrificed their minds
Annie went onto Mary’s patio at 10 am and began to water her many tubs.The watering can was filled with rain water though the weather was now a little drier.Emile ran behind her admiring her tight black jeans from Calvin Klein and her red blouse from Bowlands of Wrath.Suddenly the bedroom window opened and Mary leaned out. Hi Annie,I have not gone away after all. Why not? asked her caring and dear neighbour Well,I completely forgot because I was out last night meeting a man from Soul-mates and got home so late I slept right through the alarm. A pity you didn’t bring him back,said Anniem licking her lips. I can’t bring any man here so soon,Mary informed her.I rang the hotel and cancelled my booking.With the weather so odd even Blackpool Illuminations would not cheer anyone up.I didn’t know which clothes to take either. Isn’t it interesting that as we get better off we get problems like that,remarked Annie. When we were young we had so few clothes we had no trouble packing. Mary laughed.My first year after University I bought two cotton dresses in Woolworth’s.I thought they were ok but later discovered they were almost transparent.Anyway I wore themn But now few women wear dresses.Look at you in those jeans and you a pensioner! Annie gazed up to Mary, revealing her thick Revlon skin polish and L’Oreal cream rich foundation in golden grey-beige.Her parted lips were coated in moisture rich coral lipstick by Mussolini and Co. of Argentina and Vienna. Mary was wearing a long nightgown made of pure nylon decorated with photos of cats of all breeds.Emile had given it her for her birthday.He had managed to type it into the google box on his laptop paying with Stan’s credit card from the Bank of Vichy and Nice,France. I want some tea,Mary said.Soon she appeared in a polyester house dress from Daxon of Paris and the Ruhr. lt was covered in pictures of snakes. Why,those snakes are rather horrible, Annie said. I know snakes are in fashion but I shall avoid them.I saw some trousers in Marks but they might give a man the wrong impression. That is sexist ,Mary told her shyly.They might give a lesbian the wrong impression too. Oh,dear. Isn’t life hard now when we have to be so careful what we say.I wonder if it is because of social alienation and the rapid changes in demographics that we need rules when before we knew all our neighbours and they knew us.With strangers we need more rules. I agree, said Mary defiantly.And I just saw a book called “Compassionate Assertiveness Training”She laughed. Shall we send one to Donald Trump.Can you believe what America is like if a man like that can be President? Well,it’s a democracy so if Satan lived there he could stand if he had the money.. The two women suddenly fell silent.Emile was puzzled as they rarely paused like this once they got going Is he the anti-Christ, purred the little cat. Satan or Donald Trump? asked Annie. Well …. we’ve never seen Satan as yet…But we must watch out in case he comes here to punish the weak and the sick. Well that gave them all a moment of wonder before Mary grilled some bacon and cut some bread from a loaf she got in the Victoria Bakery. Here you are,she said to Annie,handing her a sandwich.Better eat anyway,whatever happens.Give me some hot tea,quick And so pray all of us. For he’s a Bally Woodfiller, He’s a Wooly Sad Triller And all day so are us.
Hallowe’en Stan was feeling sad because the clocks had turned back so it was dark at 4pm.His wife Mary was out on her old Raleigh with battery lit lights front and rear….though not quite on her ass.Stan is very vulgar sometimes as it cheers him up.When Mary gets home he did say to her once,You need a light on your ass .Mary,like the Queen, was not amused. Emile Stan’s cat suggested they go for a walk before sunset and so off they went.Stan wore an old green overcoat and a flat cap.Emile was running ahead as he was so excited.Some times he sat on the sturdy old man’s shoulder on a cat pad.[On sale everywhere for two pounds ten and sixpence.]
Stan felt his spirits rise as he walked as the sky was so beautiful striped in blue and peach just like it had been in the Holy Land when he went on a Pilgrimage with other old Catholics from Knittingham Cathedral How lovely it would be to walk in the wood and feel crunchy leaves under his boots.[From Hotters of Whelmersdale,Lanc
And Emile liked to bury himself in the leaves and leap put as Stan went by.But as they approached the wood a strange sight met their eyes,,, all four! The trees were full but not with birds.They were full of cats.Big cats,fat cats,thin cats,pedigree cats,mixed race cats,cats of all colors and sizes.You can imagine the effect of having a hundred or more cats’ eyes staring yellowly at you in synchronized glares.Why,it was almost enough to send Stan running home for some brandy
Emile went nearer.He spoke to a big black cat
What’s going on?,he mewed.You are in my territory,
The black cat looked at him with his big green eyes.
We are witches‘ cats.We have come from all over Great Britain,excluding Northern Ireland as cats are not allowed on the boats now. no ratsl eft]..Tomorrow is All Hallows Eve and we are accompanying our multi-ethnic multicolored witches on a grand flight over Knittingham…tonight we are having,The Big Sing… at midnight precisely. Did you remember to change the time on your smartphone,asked Emile.All the cats began to giggle and laugh. We don’t need phones or clocks.We go by the stars and the moon…though doubtless the witches have watches. Do witches have watches?,Emile asked Stan,after telling him why the cats were there. Old witches have watches,Stan murmured,mesmerised by the vision of the cats swaying in the gale force winds.Thank God cats have fur,he thought lovingly. Can we have a walk here,?he asked testily. Well,Sir,do you recall a song from your childhood,If you go down to the woods today,you ’re sure of a big surprise.At your age,is your heart soft enough to stretch when you see five thousand cats… I am sure I shall be ok as long as the Good Lord does not come here to feed them with five loaves and two fishes All the cats laughed again.
Stan was puzzled how they managed to stay in the trees with wind and giggles and a few scrapping and fighting as tom cats so when lady cats are near. We are already full of fish supplied by all the local pet shops,markets and goldfish bowls! How disgraceful, thought Stan,to eat pet goldfish.but owing to the number of crazy cats he decided to keep quiet…As he got nearer he saw a few cats smoking pipes..Well,I never knew cats smoked,he said to Emile .Maybe it’s magic mushrooms or coyote,the cat said cheekily Do you mean peyote?,Stan said querulously.Coyote are animals.. Ah,well.you get my drift,Emile replied cheekily What was most strange was why this big meeting was taking place in Knttingham Then he remembered it was the cent of the UK…that must be it.Most intriguing to see all these cats.A few even had tartan ribbons on as they were from Scotland.But how did they travel so far.No doubt it was all arranged by the Chief Wizard. Somehow Stan and Emile felt self conscious as the cats were almost glaring at them,reminding Stan of an occasion when he and his wife had wandered by accident onto a remote beach for gay nude men.The looks they gave the old folk were far from gay;So he and Emile turned round and headed for home… at least they were forewarned of the midnight concert they and Mary would hear.Stan made some tea with twice as many tea bags as usual. as he was concerned he might get PTSD or worse,maybe kittzophrenia.This poor man was blessed with a vivid imagination. When Mary came in from the University he called out, We have had the most amazing day,Mary….But Mary was wearing a pointed black hat and cloak…. and a big smile. I know what you mean,Stan….I am just off to take a peek myself.She picked up her broomstick and rode away into the darkening sky.~to think one could be both a witch and a mathematician,,though numbers have a certain magic of their own as we all know
