Saturday, September 15, 2007
Sick no more
The irritating Google branding on their search page the other day has vanished. Maybe it was some quirk of the browser. In any event, let us hope it stays away. There is quite enough aural and visual noise in the world without decent folk adding to it.
BBB (B for Brown, B for the Blair gang he has largely inherited and B for bunch) are making another error of judgement. Running on about how awful it is that the High Court think we have no grounds for chucking out of the country the unpleasant person who murdered a head teacher some years back. Why on earth they think that the Italians (a country he left when he was 5 and with which he has no links, languistic or otherwise) have a bigger duty to mind this particular peice of trash than we do I can't imagine.
We also have the Dawkins-Hitchens team having a protracted rant about God, or rather the absence of same. Which, in my case, is preaching to the converted, having been taken to task in my primary school about not knowing the prayer of the lord. But I suspect the irreligeous pair of getting a bit carried away with their own (undoubted) cleverness and are forgetting what people invented God for. There are lots of things which the godly make good provision for which we have difficulty making good provision for in our so enlightened age.
A few weeks ago I seem to remember having a pop about privacy and the privacy or otherwise of letters that you write to people whom subsequently become important enough for them to be published. In this week's TLS there is a peice about a collection of letters by one Harriet Martineau (of whom I had not previously heard, but it seems an important person of the mid 19th century). For most of her life she was on at all her considerable number of correspondants about how they should burn her letters as she did theirs. But there are enough left for Chatto and Pickering to publish 5 volumes of them at around £500. Apart from her clearly ambivalent attitude to correspondance destruction, where is the market for this sort of stuff?
BBB (B for Brown, B for the Blair gang he has largely inherited and B for bunch) are making another error of judgement. Running on about how awful it is that the High Court think we have no grounds for chucking out of the country the unpleasant person who murdered a head teacher some years back. Why on earth they think that the Italians (a country he left when he was 5 and with which he has no links, languistic or otherwise) have a bigger duty to mind this particular peice of trash than we do I can't imagine.
We also have the Dawkins-Hitchens team having a protracted rant about God, or rather the absence of same. Which, in my case, is preaching to the converted, having been taken to task in my primary school about not knowing the prayer of the lord. But I suspect the irreligeous pair of getting a bit carried away with their own (undoubted) cleverness and are forgetting what people invented God for. There are lots of things which the godly make good provision for which we have difficulty making good provision for in our so enlightened age.
A few weeks ago I seem to remember having a pop about privacy and the privacy or otherwise of letters that you write to people whom subsequently become important enough for them to be published. In this week's TLS there is a peice about a collection of letters by one Harriet Martineau (of whom I had not previously heard, but it seems an important person of the mid 19th century). For most of her life she was on at all her considerable number of correspondants about how they should burn her letters as she did theirs. But there are enough left for Chatto and Pickering to publish 5 volumes of them at around £500. Apart from her clearly ambivalent attitude to correspondance destruction, where is the market for this sort of stuff?
# posted by Jim @ 6:08 AM 
