Monday, 30 September 2013

{Irish killings}[12th May 1972]


[Redbook1:238-239][19720512:2050]{Irish killings}[12th May 1972]

Friday 19720512 20.30

            The man who kills for personal reasons, in the heat of the moment, is perhaps most understandable.

            The man who kills impersonally but to protect himself is perhaps on a level with the soldier killing in war.

            But the man who kills in pre-meditated cold blood, knowing full well what he intends to do, for the sake of an ideal, comes nearest, perhaps, to Evil.  (And yet, there must be an explanation.  Is it aberration to the point of insanity?  Or is it simply low intelligence and lack of imagination?  Is there really a violent trait in the Irish character, similar to that found in some primitive peoples?  Or is there some sad lack in the Irish family life?  Is there something in the climate, or in the soil?)  That man is guilty of putting people after ideals, which is a great danger.

            There is only one thing that can help Ulster now, and that is the people, who must come to see exactly where their true interests lie.  It is to the discredit of both Governments and both Parties that they have not seen before that whatever else they did, they had to keep the people on their side – of whatever race, class or religion.

            For power comes not, in the ultimate, from the barrel of a gun, but from the people. 

            Politicians, unfortunately, tend to see life and people in terms of politics rather then politics in terms of people.

            We may at some stage see the first appearance of the leaders’ war – where one belligerent State announces – in its own interest – that it has no quarrel with the people of the opposing state, but only with its leaders – and carries out its part in the war with that attitude in mind.

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Sunday, 29 September 2013

{Musick}[7th May 1972]


[Redbook1:237][19720507:1231a]{Musick}[7th May 1972]

Sunday 197205071231
[continued]

            It is extraordinary how disturbing or penetrating are solo wind and brass (?) instruments.  There is peace in [No.] [...] Street, and in my little room at the top of the house I am working – reading the North Sea Continental Shelf cases, in a state of controlled panic.  Then J starts playing his pre-18th century (?) trumpet, wavering through some esoteric piece of mediaeval music he has discovered somewhere.  I cannot concentrate.  I clatter downstairs with dirty plates, yodelling as I pass his door.  He sticks his head out and promises to stop after five minutes.  We confer on sacbuts, baths and bagpipes – baths because I intend to have one while I can’t work while he plays.  But he is as good as his word: after five minutes he stops playing; but by that time C has started playing his guitar, and shortly before he stops R begins to practice on his recorder.  D starts clattering the accumulated backlog of dirty dishes (he tells me) and O leaves the house.*

            And I start writing this.

            It is also extraordinary how much I write here under the pressure of exams.

*(Actually I think he’d already gone (?))

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Saturday, 28 September 2013

{Cost and Benefit}[7th May 1972]


[Redbook1:236][19720507:1231]{Cost and Benefit}[7th May 1972]

Sunday 197205071231

            Interesting comment on democracy and/or the art of government, and on our methods of measuring human values:

            ‘Primary target are any routes which fulfil the three primary requirements for the profitable operation of Concorde: they should be largely over sea or uninhabited areas (less than 16 people per square mile* is the definition used, which effectively means only deserts and the Amazonian jungle); they should have a high proportion of first-class passengers on them, and, obviously, they should be long enough to offer a really substantial time-saving over subsonic aircraft.’

            Also, will the introduction of a faster plane, with a shorter (?) range, over long distances bring to prominence out-of-the-way airports chosen as Concorde stopping places – like Shannon and ?Gander were in early transatlantic days?  Could shrewd airport authorities in the right place make their millions from putting their airport forward to fulfil this function?

*[my emphasis]

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Friday, 27 September 2013

{World Government [continued]}[5th May 1972]

[Redbook1:234-235][19720505:1803e]{World Government [continued]}[5th May 1972]

Friday 5th May 1972
6.03
(197205051803)
[continued]

            Looking to a future world government, the choice of capital might be important psychologically – however minor its real functions.  No one if possible must feel too cut off from the capital – i.e. it should be on the Sea, and not cut off (if possible) from any one continent by another continent, and it should have a hinterland.

            From this point of view the following possible areas suggest themselves: Central America and Islands, the Indonesian Islands area, ... and that’s about it really, with the former much better placed.  However ... both have certain disadvantages, including present political instability and intemperate (ie disease-bearing) climate.

            Naturally ... I think the best place of all would be in (or rather off) – Europe: as the pivot of the Afro-Asian land-mass and only across the sea from the Americas (populated largely by Europeans) it has historical connections with most of the world and a temperate climate (in places!)  It is also generally stable in that one can see disturbance from a long way before one reaches it.

            Instinctively, I favour the British Isles.  I think islands are a good place for World capitals – for obvious reasons.  London presents attractions – sophisticated city, has been World capital once before (in a sense), now ?too big for its function, on the Meridian line – but it also has disadvantages: busy already, not too beautiful, unpleasant memories for some, and bloody awful weather.

            (NB There is also a case for Brittany, Cape Finisterre, or a Mediterranean island such as Sicily/Corsica/Greek Isles – but see above.  Leaving that aside:)

            Two sites in the British Isles seem reasonable choices, if London is ruled out: first, the south-westerly peninsula of Cornwall (ie as far south as possible and not – one hopes – too developed by then).  (The south-east of England is probably too full to be a sensible site – unless built out over the sea e.g. on stilts?  SuperCity!)

            The other possibility is in southern Eire – an undeveloped Country (for how long?), reasonably stable (?), politically ‘uncommitted’, a large island of a larger continent, but more rain and cold than Cornwall.

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Thursday, 26 September 2013

{World Government [continued]}[5th May 1972]


[Redbook1:233-234][19720505:1803d]{World Government [continued]}[5th May 1972]

Friday 5th May 1972
6.03
(197205051803)
[continued]

            It is extraordinary that after centuries of war during which practically every significant European state has attempted to unite Europe at one time or another, this unity appears to be coming about on a voluntary basis.  Of course, the really difficult times may still be ahead of us – between thirty and sixty years ahead? – and people tend to look at North American history for a parallel.  Political unity in the cause of peace needs a political maturity which we (that is, the Europeans) may not yet possess.

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Wednesday, 25 September 2013

{World Government}[5th May 1972]


[Redbook1:233-234][19720505:1803c]{World Government}[5th May 1972]

Friday 5th May 1972
6.03
(197205051803)
[continued]

            In so far as I see eventual World Government (!) (on a voluntary basis), I see the primary subdivisions being into the partly geographical but primarily racial groupings which are being formed over this period of two or three centuries.  One has to accept the importance of racial consciousness to the individual security on which the solidity of the state is founded – like it or not.  Hence Europeans might be able to integrate with Arabs but would not, almost certainly, with Negroes – not with any certainty of permanence, anyway.  The difference is too obvious: look at the United States, where the only significant minority group which cannot integrate in a country of minority groups is the Negro population.

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Tuesday, 24 September 2013

{Empire and Community}[5th May 1972]


[Redbook1:233][19720505:1803b]{Empire and Community}[5th May 1972]

Friday 5th May 1972
6.03
(197205051803)
[continued]

            I still think a great opportunity may have been lost in the lack of overlap between the Empires and the [European] Community.

            However, some opportunity may remain.  It is said that our entry into the Community is the end for the Commonwealth.  This need not be so.  It could mark a new strengthening for the Commonwealth, in association with the Francophonie and with the Community and its associates.  It depends how we approach things.

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Monday, 23 September 2013

{Imperial Twilight}[5th May 1972]


[Redbook1:233][19720505:1803a]{Imperial Twilight}[5th May 1972]

Friday 5th May 1972
6.03
(197205051803)
[continued]

            Interesting to see how quickly we quickly we lose all comprehension of our past – in this case, the British Empire.  Interesting how quickly mythology and misconception arise.
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Sunday, 22 September 2013

{The Decline of the Russian Empire}[5th May 1972]


[Redbook1:233][19720505:1803]{The Decline of the Russian Empire}[5th May 1972]

Friday 5th May 1972
6.03
(197205051803)

It will be interesting to see, when (if) the Russian Empire does break up, in what order it goes.  One would expect the Eastern European satellites to go first, but in fact the first may be some near ‘republic’ (?) (SSR) like Georgia or one of the Middle Eastern ‘republics’ (?) such as the Turkmen or Uzbek.  One would expect the Siberia National Okrugs (whatever they are) and the Far Eastern areas to remain loyal for longer – especially the former.

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{Divided loyalties}[2nd May 1972]



[Redbook1:232][19720502:0000]{Divided loyalties}[2nd May 1972]

Tuesday 2nd May.

            One of the disadvantages of the capitalist system, if you like, in which companies are run not by their owners but by paid managers, is that those managers have a divided responsibility:  a duty of conscience, and a ‘contractual’ duty to their employers.  An honourable or honest man may find this dichotomy hard to resolve.

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Friday, 20 September 2013

{Record}[28th April 1972]


[Redbook1:232][19720428:1519]{Record}[28th April 1972]
(Friday 28th April 1972)
(3.19pm)

            I ought to try to try to keep alive in lasting popular form the meaning of the horrors that accompany non-democratic methods of government, over-population, and the nation-state.  War is a terror which must be neither forgotten nor distorted.

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[City][8th March 1972]


[Redbook1:231A(x233A)][19720321a][City][8th March 1972]

(19720321I – copied 19720321)
DII
                City

In the cooler evening air,
I walk the dog in Chelsea Square.

London’s silence greater grows:
I walk upon the air.
                                Who knows
The thoughts that perish here?
I am me, alone, the seer,
Mere Child: a space, and filled with holes.
Here seethe ten thousand thousand souls
Who cannot hear my silent cry,
        ‘I comprehend the City!’

        Comprehending all I see,
        Being all I wish to be
        Knowing how I have the Key;
        But ‘City comprehends not thee’.

‘Know that now you may not flee
All you can and cannot see.’

Loneliness I feel around me,
Echoing within:
Like the Great Church bell they sound me,
Lonely, lonely, still they pound me;
‘Then with chains of love they bound me
Lonely still within’.

Lovely, still, within.

Love’s possession; love is greed;
Love is lust and love is need;
Love is jealous and unfair.

Pure love is rare.

In the quiet night-time air
The breeze so gently lifts my hair,
The sky so red, so strangely glows
I walk upon the air.

                                Who knows
The Child that perished here?

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Wednesday, 18 September 2013

[Cambridge][8th March 1972]


[Redbook1:231A][19720308][Cambridge][8th March 1972]

(19720308I – copied 19720321)
DII

                Cambridge

Cambridge:
Mother and Child;
'What do you have from your time?'
I have lived in the bitter wetback;
I have studied under learned men.

The East wind blew my thoughts
away:

God alone knows where I came from,
God alone knows where I'm going,
God alone knows
God alone....

I will show you something, if you come to Cambridge:
I will show you people very busy learning:
Fascinating people, working, sleeping, talking;
                                   ... eating, drinking, talking;
                                   ... smoking, loving, talking;
                                 ... worshipping, and talking.
Will I show you people?

I see people, lonely people;
Do you see the ones who wander
Lonely through the dark?

See, there is no dark; only in the mind
Gropes the tiny person.  What he cannot find
No one else will give him: wholly in the mind.

At six o'clock the lights went out.
Slowly I began to see
Other people seeing me:
People turn, and turn about;

When the lights came on again
I was blinded.

                        Time and again
I see what they see, and I hear what they hear,
And nothing I say.  What do I fear?
-- I don't know.  Time and again.
Time and again.

Now the Sun sets, fire across the River,
Blood on the walls.  Time and again!
Mists curl across the dim meadows.
I wander here in darkness, in a darkness:
Inner darkness.
Is there a soul calling?
Sweet voices from the Chapel, singing
Rumble of the deep organ, bringing
Meaning to the great bell ringing,
Swinging over the World.

Poor World!
        We're a pair, the World and I,
        Swinging helpless through the Sky:
What shall we give you?

What have you given us?

                                        Life.

Time and again....
                Time and again.



(At 6 o'clock the lights went out – per rota because of power workers’ strike) <880324>

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Tuesday, 17 September 2013

{Super-Continent}[24th February 1972]


[Redbook1:231][19720229:2235]{Super-Continent}[24th February 1972]

Tuesday 29th Feb 1972
c.10.35pm

            We stand potentially at a focal point of a super-continent stretching from the Chukchi Peninsula on the Bering Straight to Cape Agulhas, the southern tip of Africa.  It is vital that we improve our inland surface links through this area.  In other words, we must build more roads and railways.

-- and canals? (Friday 19720428  3.18pm)

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Monday, 16 September 2013

{Getting going}[24th February 1972]


[Redbook1:231][19720224:1145a]{Getting going}[24th February 1972]

Thursday 24th Feb 1972
c.11.45.pm
[continued]

            I want to start writing tonight.  Shall I manage it?  And if I do, shall I continue?

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Sunday, 15 September 2013

{Twiggy}[24th February 1972]


[Redbook1:231][19720224:1145]{Twiggy}[24th February 1972]

Thursday 24th Feb 1972
c.11.45.pm

            Twiggy!  What an undescriptive name for a girl who is not like a twig at all.  My trouble is I want a bit of everything.

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Saturday, 14 September 2013

{Why?}[18th February 1972]


[Redbook1:230][19720218:0000]{Why?}[18th February 1972]

Friday 18th February 1972.

            Men discuss why God made them as he did; but to few occurs the crucial question: Why did God make men at all?

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Friday, 13 September 2013

{The Sleeper}[11th February 1972]


[Redbook1:230][19720211:0000]{The Sleeper}[11th February 1972]

Friday 12th [sic;=11th] February 1972.
[continued]
           
(L)       Sometimes I feel – and have felt, more strongly – that I have been asleep since the age of ten or eleven – or at least, not properly awake.  I felt this most strongly at that age, when my waking periods seemed to get less and less frequent, and less long*.

* -- until eventually the periods of merely partial wakefulness joined up to become all of my days.  I have no idea why this happened, but the memory is clear. <[19]921002>

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Thursday, 12 September 2013

{History in the Making}[11th February 1972]


[Redbook1:230][19720211:0000]{History in the Making}[11th February 1972]

Friday 12th [sic;= 11th?] February 1972.
           
(L)       I wonder, will the present seem as simple to the future as the past does to the present?

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{Financial Independence [continued]}[22nd October 1971]


[Redbook1:228][19711022:1410]{Financial Independence [continued]}[22nd October 1971]

Friday 22nd October 1971
2.10 pm
           
            I think that all women should take jobs whether married or single, since then they will not be distracted from decisions on the important business of loving by the necessity of living.

            Most of the things which tie a woman to her home would be unnecessary if we organised ourselves properly.  Most of the rest are products of social nicety, largely superfluous.

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Tuesday, 10 September 2013

{Financial Independence}[21st October 1971]


[Redbook1:228][19711021:2230]{Financial Independence}[21st October 1971]

Thursday 21st October 1971
10.30pm
           
            It’s very important not to confuse progress and fashion, especially in the study of English.  There are many people today, studying English [writing?], who are wholly dependent on that study for their living.  In this study one can only trust (in this matter, and in this respect alone) the man who relies for his living on a private income.  A separate earned income is not enough: the holder of two jobs loses something in each to the other.

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Monday, 9 September 2013

{Loving and Being in Love}[12th October 1971]


[Redbook1:227-228][19711012:0000a]{Loving and Being in Love}[12th October 1971]

Tuesday 12th October 1971
[continued]

            The question of love is important.  Few people properly appreciate the difference, though they act it all the time: ‘I love you’, a father says to his son, meaning that he loves the child; ‘I love you!’ he says to his wife (we hope), meaning that he is in love with her.  In the Commune we have three people, Richard, Susan and Katherine.  Richard is fortunate enough to be in bed with Susan and Katherine; but he is talking to them, trying to work out the differences in his attitude to each of them.  ‘You see,’ he tells them, ‘I love you both; or at least I love you, Kate, and I’m in love with you, Sue.’  ‘Explain.’ Kate says, pressing against him from one side.  ‘I’ll try.’ says Richard.  ‘You’re not exactly helping, either of you.’  ‘All right, we’ll go.’  ‘No! Look, loving Kate is a very happy thing; being in love with Sue has a touch of sadness.  It is much more intense. If Kate were to fall under a bus tomorrow, I should be really upset; I should be miserable.  But if Sue were to fall under a bus – well, I just can’t imagine it.  The bottom would drop out of my world.  My whole life would seem pointless, and bleak.  It’s not just a matter of degree, although the two ways do overlap a bit.  I might go to bed one night loving Kate and wake up the next morning in love with her; or I might go to bed in love with her and wake up no longer in love with her and end up loving her – perhaps after a time of hating her.  But there’s a quality about being in love which makes it quite different – a kind of tragedy in the back of it.  Love is deep in human terms, but being in love has greater spiritual depth.  I’m beginning to lose the thread – help!’

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Sunday, 8 September 2013

{Polygamy and the Commune}[12th October 1971]


[Redbook1:226][19711012:0000]{Polygamy and the Commune}[12th October 1971]

Tuesday 12th October 1971

            The more I think about it, the more I believe that the life of the commune is more suited to men than the life of the nuclear family alone.  It is said that while most men would like to love many women, most women would prefer to love one man.  There is room for both forms in either sex, in a commune.  In an odd way I think men separate sex and being in love to a greater extent:  a man is unlikely to be in love with more than one woman, but he would like to love, and make love to, many women who are his friends and who attract him.  Women (as I understand it) would mostly be happy to make love only to that man they are in love with and who is in love with them; but once that position is secured, they may enjoy making love to other men whom they love and who love them.  Where there is no love, women generally fear making love; men do not, but prefer (in the commune situation) not to make love to someone they do not care for at all. 

            I have written elsewhere about the advantages of commune-living for children.

            But what about jealousy?  In men I think it results from insecurity – fear of losing one’s woman – and it should be normally less likely in a commune.  Women might find the emotional needs left by a man harder to satisfy, even in a commune, so jealousy might be more common with them, tho’ still rarer than now.

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Saturday, 7 September 2013

{Severity and Permissiveness [continued]}[28th August 1971]


[Redbook1:225][19710828:1440]{Severity and Permissiveness [continued]}[28th August 1971]

Saturday 28th August 1971
2.40 p.m.

            Put another way: very few criminals deserve punishment; many need it.

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Friday, 6 September 2013

{Severity and Permissiveness}[24th August 1971]


[Redbook1:224][19710824:0000a]{Severity and Permissiveness}[24th August 1971]

Tue. 24th August 1971 [continued]

            I think that one of the marks of a civilised society is not its severity, still less its permissiveness, but the way in which it selects what to be severe about and what to permit.

‘Permissiveness’ always kills itself because it embraces too much.  I believe that criminal behaviour is only a sign of a lesser degree of ‘insanity’ – but having said that, conditioning and deterrence are only a part of psychological treatment, and they are the only part we really know anything about at all.

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Thursday, 5 September 2013

{Déjà-vu}[24th August 1971]


[Redbook1:224][19710824:0000]{Déjà-vu}[24th August 1971]

Tue. 24th August 1971

            Re-reading that last paragraph, I had a sudden feeling of déjà-vu.

            ‘Re-reading....’

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Wednesday, 4 September 2013

{The Urge}[17th August 1971]


[Redbook1:223-224][19710817:1915f]{The Urge}[17th August 1971]

17th August 1971
7.15pm [continued]

            I want to start writing again – a novel, I mean.  I promised I wouldn’t; I wondered then if I could keep that promise.  I’m not sure I can.  It’s an urge that takes you, moving you outward: something tugs at you, and you feel as though you knew the whole world’s riddle, or part of it.

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Tuesday, 3 September 2013

{Interdependence}[17th August 1971]


[Redbook1:223][19710817:1915e]{Interdependence}[17th August 1971]

17th August 1971
7.15pm [continued]

            Walking back along the Embankment, (just when the buildings end after Dolphin Square, actually!) it occurred to me that the quality we take pride in within ourselves and foster in our children is self-sufficiency.  In our present situation that may not be good enough: in fact it may be counter-productive.  It may be that near-total interdependency is what we need in order to live together successfully in our cramped society without treading on each other’s toes.

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Monday, 2 September 2013

{Church Police}[17th August 1971]


[Redbook1:221-223][19710817:1915d]{Church Police}[17th August 1971]

17th August 1971
7.15pm [continued]


Church Police  (locking North door)  ‘Move along, please.  Closing time.’
Self  (sadly)  ‘Are you really closing?  How awful.’
           
Self  ‘Is it possible to see the royal Chapels?’
C.P.  ‘Before 4pm any day of the week’ (or something like that).

Self  ‘What happens to anyone who wants to pray in the Abbey after its shut?’
C.P. (NCO?)  (After a slight pause)  ‘Well, they’ve got plenty of time before, haven’t they?
‘You’ve still got a few minutes if you want to pray – there, over there (gesturing towards West Door).
Self  ‘Thanks, I’ve already prayed.’
C.P.  ‘Or you could go to the Cathedral.’
Self  ‘The Cathedral?’
C.P.  ‘Westminster Cathedral.’
Self  ‘Oh, the Catholic place.’
C.P.  ‘That’s right.  Move along, please!’
            (All the public are herded into the south side, towards the West door.  One or two attempting to move the wrong way are politely but firmly – and briefly – ordered back into line.  I fall into conversation with a more senior and educated? member of the Church Police, possibly of the Officer class?

Self (sadly) ‘How awful that the Church should be closed!’
C.P.  ‘Well, if you’d like to volunteer for the twenty-four hour watch....’
Self  (hurriedly)  ‘I do appreciate that....’
Self  (sadly)  ‘Do you know, before I came here I was in St. Paul’s from two o’clock onwards, and ever since then I’ve been pushed around.’
(I decided not to add ‘by the Church Police’ at the last minute).
C.P.  ‘It’s almost as bad here, too’ (missing the implication entirely). ‘We had 50,000 people through here this morning.’
Self  -- trying to think of some suitable comment or Biblical quotation, and failing, I leave, shaking my head sadly.  I wander into the Cloisters, and re-enter the Abbey while everyone else is being turned out by the same C.P. Officer.  I pass by the West Door and linger, gazing at that marvellous structure from the West until – genuinely depressed – I catch the Church Police Officer’s eye and leave hurriedly.

I am slightly troubled about the ethics of showing American tourists around now.  Still, I suppose if I don’t do it someone else will do it more loudly.  Also, I hope the Church Police don’t recognise me.

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Sunday, 1 September 2013

{Church Police}[17th August 1971]


[Redbook1:221-223][19710817:1915c]{Church Police}[17th August 1971]

17th August 1971
7.15pm [continued]

            I went to St Paul’s [Cathedral] this afternoon; after I had been there half an hour and was beginning to absorb something of its inspiration, a fussy young verger (?) no older than myself herded us all to the West end for the Service.  His manner was supercilious.  During the Service, which I watched from the West end, he walked in the aisle (?) and spoke to another similar official.

            On my way back I went to Westminster Abbey.  The Royal Chapels were already closed.  I had just found Poets’ Corner when we were condescendingly informed by loudspeaker that since Evensong was to begin in twenty minutes we should either take our seats in the choir or, if we could not attend, ‘it is now time for you to leave’.  We were herded out, but I sat at the back through the service -- hoping to recover something that I have lost with religion.  This was made slightly more difficult by the vergers (?) -- men and women in gowns this time -- who had a habit of intercepting -- relatively loudly -- anyone who wandered during Divine Service.

            Afterwards I finished my exploration of Poets’ Corner and had just got well into Statesmens’ Corner when I was asked to move on again: the Abbey was closing.  I must admit I acted a bit in one sense, but everything I said, I felt deeply.  I was depressed by it all.

(Approximate reproduction [follows]:)

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