20 FEBRUARY 1971, page 19
Auberon Waugh On The Music Of Time
In Oslo (or so I have been told) there is a huge park, arranged in great avenues of giant statues, all nude, cold and capering in tlfe brumous air. Every day, coachloads of......
T. G. Rosenthal On An Occupation For Players
Company histories are usually, after the memoirs of second-rate generals and cabinet ministers, perhaps, the most boring books in the world, prompted as they inevitably are by a......
The Socratic Traveller
Beneath the inconsistent skies Be moves, in sun and sudden rain, The rinsed air following, his eyes Undaunted, as if unaware Of what might turn aside their stare And mitigate......
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