Autumn leaves are traffic-pressed, Imprinted on the road I cross, Tokens of a year that’s passing.
Back in June, the Times reported that a man named Ismail Kamoka was working for the consular and cultural affairs section of the Libyan embassy. This is the same Ismail Kamoka who was convicted by a British court in 2007 of funding the Libyan Islamic Fighting Group (LIFG) and providing false passports.
“I shouldn’t have let myself get dragged into it, but I blame Plutarch. Pete read in the Moralia that the Egyptians brought a skeleton to their feasts, to remind themselves that despite the festivities, life is short and death awaits.
Hard is my Lot in Deep Distress To have no help where Most should find Sure Nature meant her sacred Laws Should men as strong as Women bind. (Verse by the mother of a child left at the Foundling Hospital in 1759)
What will survive of us is love. (‘An Arundel Tomb’ – Philip Larkin)
Not to be missed, in the sense that you ought to try Fernet-Branca at least once. A violent, deliberate reaction to the placid Georgian squares around, with the windows laced together in vertical bands. What plain brickwork is left is then carved up by sinister thin pilasters. It is as near to expressing evil as a design can be. (Nairn’s London – Ian Nairn)