When I was at school a friend and I edited a literary magazine which drew not just on the skills of other boys, but of parents and past pupils. We were fortunate at the time in a group of considerable accomplishment. They included the poet Kathleen Raine, Charles Madge poet and co-founder of Mass Observation in the Thirties, Janet Adam Smith (Literary editor of the New Statesman), the poet and translator Michael Hamburger. It all comes back to me now as I read a recent biography of Kathleen Raine and familiar names and scenes throng my memory. Life for me was then at full of blast. I seem now to be living at least for a few minuted in the past as much as in the present. Something I don't often do.
It is quiet around here. You can can almost hear the drizzle condensing in the dark afternoon. I haven't been out but I am told that the entire world is attending the sales, a festival of Mammon which is quickly taking over in popularity and acclaim from Christmas and New Year.