Somewhat impeded by constant political interference of one sort or another, British Railways are nevertheless pressing ahead with a mammoth modernisation programme; …

In one of the country gardens two gaily-dressed young coster girls are sitting and chatting with the cottager and his wife. They sit among the flowers and look for all the world like young London lasses who have come to the village to astonish the country folks with their town finery. When they rise and bid the old folks good-bye, and coming through the little wicket stand for a moment at the wooden palings to say “Toodle-oo” in the cheeriest of Cockney accents, we are at first astonished. For a moment my colleague and I had imagined we were in a rural hamlet and in the heart of green England.

She was reputed to have had many lovers, and Nessim was regarded as a mari complaisant.

God is one: about that there is a certain certitude, but He is both Absolute and Related, Immanent and Transcendent. … He is affulgent Light. He is Darkness within darkness. He is the Creator and also the destroyer of what He creates. And, then, He re-creates in order to re-destroy.