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Wind
The last few days have been getting a sort of autumn wind – with the windows open, you can hear the gustiness; it is a beautiful underlay to the day. Somehow a fresher, more sensual, more natural sound through the windows than the usual (though I live in a quiet neighborhood, not quite close enough…
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Flashes
A long day, with flashes of light in it, crossing before and after the full moon. Analysis, this time in Manchester, which means going to the train station early, realized I hadn't bought a ticket in advance, bought one fast at the machine, got going, arrived, we talked about dreams… But the day did have…
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Sunny
Two days in a row of actually steadily sunny weather – hot, by Newcastle standards (above 70º, a bit at least). Lovely… a tendency to sit outside at cafés and talk, and eat… And the men of northern England (and perhaps the women, I haven't really noticed of course) are looking their best: this is…
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Hint
A hint, a subtle sense of summer: in many places it is very hot this summer, but not here. Here it has mostly been cool, actually cold and rainy – I joked as we left Alfred's apartment that the southern Europeans would all move here if climate change made the Mediterranean a sauna – or,…
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A few words
After this period of sparse blog entries – and me feeling a bit guilty for not keeping this up – Romi phoned me tonight to make sure I was all right (she lives out of town in Northumberland, and we don't see each other often – she actually glances at this blog occasionally to see…
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Hotel, party, graveyard
In Küsnacht, at the end of the second of three endlessly busy weeks studying at the Jung-Institut. Sixty-five pages of typed, single-spaced notes (I am not obsessive-compulsive, and can prove it with a handy alphabetized chart); three or four trips, some great meals and some ludicrously bad ones, a vast array of lectures, seminars and…
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