"Wading neck deep in a swamp, your revolver is neither use nor ornament until you have had time to clean it" Mary H. Kingsley (1897)

The Ghosts Of Christmas Shopping


As the decades slip past, Christmas shopping can be strangely poignant:

Ghosts of Christmas Past, that we think lie safely buried, merely rest.

They are always ready to be conjured up.


“My fiftieth year had come and gone,

I sat, a solitary man,

In a crowded London shop,

An open book and empty cup

On the marble table-top.”

From Vacillation IV,  by William Butler Yeats (1865 – 1939)



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2 responses

  1. They seem free to roam at will …

    December 20, 2010 at 9:24 pm

    • Yes, but I am determined to keep them on a short leash!

      December 20, 2010 at 9:29 pm

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