“In Brueghel’s Icarus, for instance: how everything turns away
Quite leisurely from the disaster; the ploughman may
Have heard the splash, the forsaken cry,
Bur for him it was not an important failure; the sun shone
As it had to on the white legs disappearing into the green
Water; and the expensive delicate ship that must have seen
Something amazing, a boy falling out of the sky,
Had somewhere to get to and sailed calmly on.”
That’s Auden. The picture is by my Mum.
Thanks to a wonderful high school English teacher, as soon as I saw that photo those words came into my head.
We went swimming two days ago and it was actually quite pleasant. Unbelievable for this time of the year. There were more people swimming today and I would have gone in had we had the required attire.
I have always fancied becoming a ‘winter swimmer’ but have always found something to stop me. The water temp is currently hovering around 20 degrees celsius so I have no excuse, especially when we get to 24 degrees during the day…
A photo all readers and book buyers can understand.
Not even the Blitz can stop the browsing for a good book:
Credit: an email my mother sent me. Ideas about original source most welcome.
UPDATE: I found the image in: Under Siege: Literary Life in London 1939-45 by Robert Hewison. It has the photo on the cover and also inside. It is apparently the Holland House library in 1941.