Category Archives: You wish you'd said that

No regrets

“I would hate to leave this world without saying that I have had a good ride of it all. I have lived my life the best way I know how and I regret nothing.”

No regrets

“I would hate to leave this world without saying that I have had a good ride of it all. I have lived my life the best way I know how and I regret nothing.”

Constructive feedback

“…she is the most offensive sham, inside and out, that misrepresents and satirises the human race today”

Constructive feedback

“…she is the most offensive sham, inside and out, that misrepresents and satirises the human race today”

Ripples

All of my reporting life, I have thrown small pebbles into a very large pond, and have no way of knowing whether any pebble caused the slightest ripple. I don’t need to worry about that. My responsibility was the effort.

Ripples

All of my reporting life, I have thrown small pebbles into a very large pond, and have no way of knowing whether any pebble caused the slightest ripple. I don’t need to worry about that. My responsibility was the effort.

Rare bird

The English painter, composer and author Lord Berners was both aristocratic and eccentric, but his keen wit and genuinely surreal flights of fantasy differentiate him from the “ooh I’m mad me!” antics of, say, Lord Bath. Although naturally shy, Berners had a rare gift for malicious social awkwardness…

Rare bird

The English painter, composer and author Lord Berners was both aristocratic and eccentric, but his keen wit and genuinely surreal flights of fantasy differentiate him from the “ooh I’m mad me!” antics of, say, Lord Bath. Although naturally shy, Berners had a rare gift for malicious social awkwardness…

On style

“Style is never natural; its nature is that it must be acquired.”

On style

“Style is never natural; its nature is that it must be acquired.”

Ronald works the room

Nancy Cunard recalls a meal in London in 1922, memorably interrupted by fey English novelist Ronald Firbank…

Ronald works the room

Nancy Cunard recalls a meal in London in 1922, memorably interrupted by fey English novelist Ronald Firbank…