Landmarks
I am wary of the dangers of fetishizing dialect and archaism – all that mollocking and sukebinding...
I am wary of the dangers of fetishizing dialect and archaism – all that mollocking and sukebinding...
In a stretch of comparative quiet, by a shore of white sand, a bird I recognized at once was...
Although I knew Gaelic to be richly responsive to the sites in which it was spoken, it was my...
He squatted down, arranging the fire, shouting back over his shoulder into the hut, ‘My...
Just after four in the morning, Nze stuck his head through the tent-flap. ‘Psst!’ he...
In her hut in Poto-Poto, the poor quarter of Brazzaville, the feticheuse, smiling at us, knelt on...
Travel is a vanishing act, a solitary trip down a pinched line of geography to oblivion. What’s...
The river was quite shallow but running very fast. We decided to cross it. It was a hazardous...
Even the most casual remarks let drop by this remarkable people had the impact of a sledgehammer. Tū tōtt baglo piltiā. ‘Thy father fell into the river.’ I non angur ai; tū tā duts angur ai. ‘I have nine fingers; you have ten.’ Ōr manchī aiyo; buri aīsh kutt. ‘A dwarf has come to ask for food.’ And Iā chitt bitto tū jārlom, ‘I have an intention to kill you’, to which the reply came pat, Tū bilugh lē bidiwā manchī assish, ‘You are a very kind-hearted man.’
On the way back from ‘luncheon’, while Hyde-Clarke bought some Scotch ribs in a fashionable butcher’s shop, I went into the Post Office in Mount Street and sent a cable to Hugh Carless, a friend of mine at the British Embassy, Rio de Janeiro.
I am travelling with this mystique myself, I know. It has grown out of childhood, and adolescent...
A steep road takes our Land Cruisers north. Behind us the Great Himalaya cover the skyline, while...