16 DECEMBER 1995, page 22

The Zoo At Christmas

By JANE GARDAM A PALE, still day, the sky hanging white and low. It is the morning of Christmas Eve. The girl on the gate locks up at noon and waits around for the cleaner over......

If Symptoms

persist.. . IT GOES without saying that the unexam- ined life is not worth living; but then again, neither is the minutely examined one. In actual fact, I am not quite certain......