When I first came across the story of that engraving – The Fisherman’s Widow – hanging in Mary Jane Kelly’s poky little room at 13 Miller’s Court, it hit me like a punch to the gut. https://t.co/Ggwrm6Uxln
There’s a peculiar kind of illness that has nothing to do with the body. It creeps in behind the eyes and presses down behind the ribs. https://t.co/3VHe5accD6
There are some errors, those plush little falsehoods, that sit in the drawing room of the modern mind, sipping tea and nodding along to themselves. https://t.co/WIYtTJkMu8
There are mornings in this country when the light itself seems to remember something we’ve long since tried to forget. Easter Sunday is one of them. https://t.co/D565UQG1ET
I’ve long held a rather unfashionable view about dear Glinda the Good Witch, and it’s high time I set it down in ink – or pixels, as the modern fashion demands. https://t.co/vVFfnC38ma