Tag Archives: Crystal Palace
Professor Pepper and His Ghost
I used to love Little Grey Rabbit – calm, loving, domestic, tolerant of the foibles of her ‘family’ of bumptious Hare and vain, petty Squirrel. The book I remember best was Little Grey Rabbit’s Party, in which (the clue is … Continue reading
The Prince and the Earl
An election happened this weekend which resembled the Roman Saecular Games, in being an event which nobody now alive had ever seen, and nobody now alive would ever (perhaps, but who knows if contested elections will become the norm?) see again. … Continue reading
The Man Who Knew Everyone . . . And Wrote about Them
We have commented before on what a closed society the nineteenth-century intelligentsia was, with everyone seeming to be connected with everyone else, by blood, marriage, friendship, or as part of a circle of colleagues with shared interests. In the social … Continue reading
