- Today starts wet and miserable. Over-cast, and for this early hour of the day, 8.45, it seems incredibly dark. I'm put in mind a poem I remember from school called "November", by Thomas Hood, which describes very well such a day. Must say quite a lot about my education if I can recall such a poem. Strange how such things stick in your memory. I don't think it had a great deal to do with the teaching, but I suppose poems create strong emotions, create pictures in your head. I can't say I have particularly happy memories of Rushmoor School, quite the opposite. Here it is:
- November
- NO sun--no moon!
- No morn--no noon!
- No dawn--no dusk--no proper time of day--
- No sky--no earthly view--
- No distance looking blue--
- No road--no street--no "t'other side this way"--
- No end to any Row--
- No indications where the Crescents go--
- No top to any steeple--
- No recognitions of familiar people--
- No courtesies for showing 'em--
- No knowing 'em!
- No traveling at all--no locomotion--
- No inkling of the way--no notion--
- "No go" by land or ocean--
- No mail--no post--
- No news from any foreign coast--
- No Park, no Ring, no afternoon gentility--
- No company--no nobility--
- No warmth, no cheerfulness, no healthful ease,
- No comfortable feel in any member--
- No shade, no shine, no butterflies, no bees,
- No fruits, no flowers, no leaves, no birds--
- November!
- Thomas Hood
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Wednesday, November 12, 2014
Dull, Damp and Dreary Day
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