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Jan. 18th, 2021 06:10 pm"Imagine England then, its principal city, where swans sail among the river-craft, and its wise children go in velvet; the broad Thames a creeping road on which the royal barge, from palace to palace […]
At midsummer, the walls of the Tower are splashed with banners and streamers in the colours of the sun and the sea. […]
London, thou art the flower of cities all."
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Nothing is so green as a summer in England. Those who have voyaged yearn for it. They dream of a bowl such as this.
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Somewhere – or Nowhere, perhaps – there is a society ruled by philosophers. They have clean hands and pure hearts. But even in the metropolis of light there are middens and manure-heaps, swarming with fl ies. Even in the republic of virtue you need a man who will shovel up the shit, and somewhere it is written that Cromwell is his name.
Hilary Mantel «The Mirror and the Light»
At midsummer, the walls of the Tower are splashed with banners and streamers in the colours of the sun and the sea. […]
London, thou art the flower of cities all."
*****
Nothing is so green as a summer in England. Those who have voyaged yearn for it. They dream of a bowl such as this.
*****
Somewhere – or Nowhere, perhaps – there is a society ruled by philosophers. They have clean hands and pure hearts. But even in the metropolis of light there are middens and manure-heaps, swarming with fl ies. Even in the republic of virtue you need a man who will shovel up the shit, and somewhere it is written that Cromwell is his name.
Hilary Mantel «The Mirror and the Light»
