Tagged with Chesterton

Cloudy, With A Chance Of…

‘… Who read by night above the Rhine the cloud-script of the drifting mists? It was the Steppenwolf.’ It’s stayed a refrain in my head from my first ever reading of Steppenwolf (and I’ve held on to it, despite that time I choked on my Beer Blaster when a boy at TC stepped up, “Hey, they … Continue reading

the bookshop around the corner

“I think I still have it in my heart someday to paint a bookshop with the front yellow and pink in the evening… like a light in the midst of darkness.” He was right in his choice of colours, of course, this painter of subtle shifts of light and colour: gloriously swirly starry nights and … Continue reading