Exordium

Lesson One



 
O muses help me now!





Lesson Two

  

Just one of thoses days.





Lesson Three 

 

A wise man once said, 'Reading between the lines brings enlightenment but little peace of mind'.






Lesson Four - the clouds unfold



Hold infinity in the palms of your hand...





Lesson Five - the moral crisis

 

The darkest places in hell are reserved...





Lesson Six - a heap of broken images, where the sun beats




Between the motion and the act falls the Shadow 





Lesson Seven - the sincere intuition of the soul



Don't forget the words of D. H. Lawrence. All vital truth contains the memory of all that for which it is not true.





Lesson Eight - Let's face the music and dance




So there was this fiddle player called Jeduthun 





Lesson Nine - Contemplating pre-history in the abstract


If a pebble or an egg can be enjoyed for the sake of its shape only, it is one step towards a true appreciation of sculpture (Barbara Hepworth)





Lesson Ten - autoemancipation







All concepts of politics, of whatever kind, are about conflict──how to contain it, or abolish it. (Miliband) 





Lesson Eleven - Mounting barded steeds



The idle pleasures of these days.





Lesson Twelve - When you walk in the garden...

 

...until the sunshine breaks forth upon our land...





Lesson Thirteen - Memories of the Grand Tour





Mantegna was eminent as an engraver, though his history in that respect is somewhat obscure, partly because he never signed or dated any of his plates, but for a single disputed instance of 1472.





Lesson Fourteen -  Mellow fruitfulness




Where are the songs of Spring? Ay, where are they?
Think not of them, thou hast thy music too.






Lesson Fifteen - But now they softly run




 It was so old a ship and yet so beautiful.





Epilogue - drawing these tides of men


All men dream: but not equally. Those who dream by night in the dusty recesses of their minds wake up in the day to find it was vanity, but the dreamers of the day are dangerous men, for they may act their dreams with open eyes, to make it possible (T.E.Lawrence)


 

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