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Being Awake, by John Snelling

‘Buddha’ means ‘The Awakened One’, he who sees things as they really are, undistorted by delusion or fantasy. It’s the name we give to Siddhartha Gautama, a prince of ancient India who founded the religion of Buddhism. 468 more words


Doctors Leacock and Johnson

Dear Naked:  I would like not for my name to be published.  I am contacting you in regards to a well-known doctor, Sir Aubrey “Jack” Leacock of Shop Hill and whose medical practice was in St. 511 more words


About Jason Johnson

Dr. Jason Johnson is a professor, political analyst and public speaker. Fresh, unflappable, objective, and known for his ability to break down stories with wit and candor Dr. 622 more words

Jason Johnson

C.S. Lewis' Curmudgeonly Essay

If you were to judge only from the pieces he published in December 1957, you would assume that C.S. Lewis was a classic case, get-off-my-lawn, wide-jawed, beslippered, well aged, first class curmudgeon. 1,933 more words

C.S. Lewis

A Night at the Theatre...

The other day I spent the afternoon and evening in the company of Mr Goya and Mr Foote – and a good time was had by all: Mr Goya as irrepressible as ever, his tone a little less acerbic than in his ‘Disasters of War’; his sitters treated with sympathy for their intellect and made approachable. 639 more words

The Pleasures of the Imagination: English Culture in the Eighteenth Century by John Brewer (1997)

It was in the 18th century that the notion of the arts or high art separated from lower, mechanical activities & trade. Poetry, music, painting, sculpture, all dated back to antiquity – but the idea of linking them all into a new category, a separate field of investigation, as done by philosophical pioneers by Kant or Burke, was an 18th century innovation. 428 more words

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No. 1212: Stroud Green Road, N4

Stroud Green Road, London, N4. Photo ©RogerDean 2008

Gaslight and Daylight – George Augustus Sala, 1859:


‘SIR,’ said Samuel Johnson to the Scotch gentleman— ‘sir, let us take a walk down Fleet Street.’ If I had not a thousand other reasons to love and revere the memory of the great and good old Doctor, I should still love and revere it for his preference of Fleet Street to the fields—of streets generally to sylvan shades—of the hum of men and the rattling of wheels, to the chirp of the cricket or the song of the skylark. 57 more words

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