But within this swarded circle, into which the lime-walk brings us — Whence the beeches rounded greenly, stand away in reverent fear; I will let no music enter, saving what the fountain sings us […]

I had turned up with a bottle, which the hostess, Celia, had duly fridged, but everyone else had opted for camomile tea, making me feel like the biggest lush in south London.

In comparison to Nixon-Mao, terrorism and armageddon, Anna Nicole Smith may seem lightweight, but it could prove an inspired choice.

the Alexandrian library