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When Angus went on his summer holidays, it usually took about three days before he began to pine for his home in Scotland. He loved the Mediterranean with its warm evenings, whispering pine trees and golden sands. He adored the terraces, the pink wine and the grilled fish. But it was not home. In fact, …
“Every saint has a past, every sinner a future.” Oscar Wilde “Every penitent should have a present. At Christmas and birthdays.” Maude Maude will say she’s an agnostic, and I’m a lapsed Catholic. I don’t know what that says about our upbringings. Melvin always said one should have a proper upbringing, but I never really …
The Office was in upheaval. Management had been restructuring. Peter was sorting through one of the boxes that had been mislaid in the move when he received an unexpected call from Francis. They had not spoken for a while. “Peter,” he said. “I won’t beat around the bush. We have a problem.” “A problem, Francis. …
It had been raining all day long in Venice when the penitent stepped inside the confessional and sneezed. “Bless you, child.” The penitent was silent. “Child, do you have a confession?” “Padre,” said the penitent, “I do not have much time. I left the brodo on the boil. No one is at home to skim …
The new headmaster started it. “The school pays a large part of this church’s running costs….” Reverend McMillan shook his head. “This is a good congregation,” he said. “You don’t want to mess them around.” “Let’s try it out,” replied the headmaster. The following Sunday the first three rows of pews had been removed to …
The Count was on his death bed with his whole life before him. While he saw clearly his many faults and weaknesses, when the priest was summoned, he had no desire to speak to him. “I see your heart is heavy, figliolo.” “My heart may be heavy,” said the Count, “But it is light with …
When Shona arrived in Paris in the early eighties, she set herself up as a teacher of mandarin. Being young and inexperienced, she advertised herself on the university notice boards as Madam Li. In time Madam Li’s would become a successful school, but in those early days, Shona lived very much hand to mouth, travelling …
“That’s the reason they are called lessons. They lesson from day to day.” Lewis Carroll Mistress to Dog, Dog to Mistress. Master to Slave. Slave to Dominatrix… Diego, who else, says we conceive of our relationships in terms of lessons regarding status and action. Character is irrelevant when the idea possesses us. Madam Li has …
Pharaoh Snarfu, or Phil the Pharaoh, as he was known to his mates, was hunkered down at the back of the building site waiting for the High Priest to pass him the reefer. “That’s some shit you found this week, Dave.” “It’s from the new crop I’m growing in my field down by the Nile. …
Wang Jia was one of the Sing Sing Girls living in Hebei province which at that time was run by the Zhili clique. One day, the artist Zhang Dun came to see her. “Baobei,” he said, “you spend too much money. I can no longer afford to keep you here.” Wang Jia would have no …