My Commonplace Blog

It [his face] looked honest, but you could never tell. According to local report the Vicar was a ritualist, and ritualists had odd ideas ab...

Sir Edgar grunted, he did not trust Clun's sympathy towards Gerald. He thought to himself, I hope Clun isn't going to start getting...

Fidelity, in my youth, was largely a question of bad roads and poor bus services - the crack-up began when we began to move about. Now mobil...

In Robert of Berkeley's long line of heirs and collaterals, one finds almost every type of our landed gentry - from the dull unremember...

British historians have viewed computing technology variously as the handmaiden of postmodernism, as a witless accomplice in the collapse o...

It was the fag end of the war, a quiet conspiratorial time with no secret lives; we were all in it, and by now we knew most things about ea...

Am I supposed to feel so much awe and so on about the Godking? After all he's just a man, even if he does live in Awabath in a palace t...