REVISIT BRIDESHEAD

"I could tell him, too, that to know and love one other human being
is the root of all wisdom. But I felt no need for these sophistries as I sat before my cousin,
saw him, freed from his inconclusive struggle with Pindar, in his grey dark suit, his white tie,
his scholar's gown; heard his grave tones and, all the time, savoured the gilly flowers
in full bloom under my window. I had my secret and sure defence, like a talisman worn in the bosom,
felt for in the moment of danger, found and firmly grasped. So I told him what was infact not the truth,
that I usually had a glass of champagne about that time, and asked him to join me."
Updated: 11 Sept 2007

How the students stare …

My d-d-dear webhopper, welcome to me my little Brideshead-nest.
My name is Anthony B. and amazingly enough I still remembered
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