Faces of Goodness and Faithful Masks of Sorrow

When I was six years old, my father read me Othello. It was particularly meaningful because he had, as editor of the Stratford Series dedicated this edition of Shakespeare’s work to me. I was struck even at that age by the dedication:
Yet there are times when our hands senselessly labouring grow most hateful to us and [...]

What my father has taught me

I decided to create this blog for my dad for his birthday in the hope that this would be an interesting space for him to play in. One of the greatest gifts my dad has given me is a deep respect for Irreverence and the importance of Play in my own thinking. I am not [...]