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         @Pitt_Rivers - I wonder if you might know where this is from?
          @Pitt_Rivers - I wonder if you might know where this is from?
       
        

 Ivan Shishkin (1832–1898), In the Wild North, «На севере диком..», 1891, Kyiv National Picture Gallery.
          Ivan Shishkin (1832–1898), In the Wild North, «На севере диком..», 1891, Kyiv National Picture Gallery.
       
         Once, during a drought, Ono no Komachi inscribed a poem on a slip of paper & placed it in a little boat, which she then set sail on a pond in the Shinsen-en Garden to pray for rain. Her poem was so powerful that the rain began to pour, continuing for three days.
          Once, during a drought, Ono no Komachi inscribed a poem on a slip of paper & placed it in a little boat, which she then set sail on a pond in the Shinsen-en Garden to pray for rain. Her poem was so powerful that the rain began to pour, continuing for three days.
       
        

 For @EleanorFranzen, a dress for difficult times. xxxxx
          For @EleanorFranzen, a dress for difficult times. xxxxx 
         Saint Justina with the Unicorn
          Saint Justina with the Unicorn 
       
         Hundreds of men with economic & political interests in the slave trade attended the University, following the same old classical curriculum which taught of the natural & commonplace presence of slaves in a society. Slavery, cried Oxford, is the mark of a civilised society.
          Hundreds of men with economic & political interests in the slave trade attended the University, following the same old classical curriculum which taught of the natural & commonplace presence of slaves in a society. Slavery, cried Oxford, is the mark of a civilised society.
       
         In the mid 1930s, my father, Ronnie (pictured) got caught up in a cholera epidemic in Hungary. He'd travelled there in a sort of British Council-type capacity - teaching English, organising cultural events, strengthening Anglo-Hungarian ties. He was about 21 years old.
          In the mid 1930s, my father, Ronnie (pictured) got caught up in a cholera epidemic in Hungary. He'd travelled there in a sort of British Council-type capacity - teaching English, organising cultural events, strengthening Anglo-Hungarian ties. He was about 21 years old.