My Commonplace Blog

Susan did not know much about history. It always seemed a particularly dull subject. The same stupid things were done over and over again by...

‘It’s still miles to go,’ she said. ‘I mean to do it,’ said Granny. ‘There’s plenty of night left.’ ‘Not enough, I’m thinking.’ ‘A witch doe...

She listened with half an ear to what the rest of the class was doing. It was a poem about daffodils. Apparently the poet had liked them ver...

Oxford is the one place in Europe where a man may do anything, however eccentric, and arouse no interest or emotion at all. In what other ci...

Father and son exchanged looks, in a moment of perfect harmony; unalienated heirs of bronze-sworded chariot lords from beyond the Ister, who...

She was dismissive of any notion that people in the past were essentially just like those of the present. ‘To pretend so,’ she declared fort...

‘You know why the battle of good vs evil is so one-sided, Malin? Because evil is better organised, better equipped and better paid. It is no...