These high extructed Spires he writ / That mortal Deltius must quit.

On a sunny September morning, with the trees still green, but the asters and fleabanes already taking over in ditch and dalk, Van set out for Ladoga, N.A.

But in 2017 it certainly looks as if a crisis (or interconnected series of crises) of fairly large proportions has begun or is at least on the horizon: Brexit in England; Trumpism in the US; Putinism in Russia and Orbánism in Hungary; Erdoğanism in Turkey; a real crisis of identity and purpose with respect to the whole EU project; […]

It looked like this muscular fireman was hurting my grandmother applying a chest rub as he attended to her fainting but later we understood he was just trying to get her to come to.