Thursday 22 September 2011
the high level branch
In the year 1851, when all that glittering roof was built, in order to exhibit the petty arts of our fashionable luxury carved bedsteads of Vienna, glued toys of Switzerland and gay jewellery from France - in that very year, I say, the greatest pictures of Venetian masters were rotting at Venice in the rain, for want of a roof to cover them, with holes made by cannon shot through their canvas.
Friday 16 September 2011
Leningrad 1944
We brought out vodka. We sang, cried and laughed. A great work had ended, impossible deeds had been done. But we also felt confusion. How should we live now?
Sunday 4 September 2011
Thursday 1 September 2011
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