A definition of what it means to be working

Dear Reader,

It is Lent, and time to resurrect this blog from the ashes; to harness the capabilities of Twitter and WordPress. I must apologise for my absence–indeed, I realise I’ve been gone for a long time. Long flights, long nights, and long and lonely walks to Grantchester…treading the ground of Woolf, Brooke, and Forster, all the while hearing the cool lapse of hours pass as the centuries blend and blur. Du Lieber Gott! And I wonder in awe and ecstasy at the beauty of this place, where history erupts in a clanging of church bells. How many scholars have come here, to walk in the footsteps of Spencer and Wittgenstein? And did they find their way home again? Continue reading