Wednesday, September 21, 2011

A Folking Good Time…


In what is fast becoming a new tradition we again went along to the Towersey Village Festival where we slept drunkenly under canvas in a damp field after enjoying the musical talents of a wide and varied selection of artists.

Just the few of the many that we managed to see…
  • Cara Dillon – sweet voice, lovely tunes
  • The Spooky Men’s Chorale – great fun, silly Aussie humour, talented singers
  • Martin Carthy and Dave Swarbrick – old school traditional folk, talented but not our tastes
  • Lau – lively and youthful exuberance
  • 17 Hippies – there are more than 17 of them, they are not hippies but they are great foot stomping band
  • Karine Polwart – lovely voice full of passion
  • Tim Edey and Brendan Power – superb talents, and Power is a Kiwi!
  • Kate Rowe – fun, playful lyricist
  • Saltfishforty – exciting and salty tunes from the northern isles
  • Roy Bailey - a stalwart of the folk scene with a large following
  • Emily Portman – dark and haunting lyrics sung with the lightness of an angel’s voice
  • The Old Dance School – talented bunch of youngsters who are set for big things
  • David Ferrard – charming and moving songs
  • Alasdair Roberts – complex and interesting songs with great soul
And at the Three Horseshoes Pub – here we met my uncle and his band mates who sing and play along in a jam session with other talented musicians while we attempt to drink the pub dry.

We are already planning to go again next year.

More of wot I have seen…



We had planned to visit Shakespeare’s Globe Theatre ever since we toured it when it was being built, but usually once the weather became nice enough for open-air performances we found all the convenient tickets had been sold. As it was we decided to go to a non-traditional non-Shakespearian show this time and we were glad that we did.

On the Saturday we met up with Jamie earlier in the day near where he lives in Bermondsey for breakfast before strolling through the cobbled streets lined with artist studios and curio shops to the river, along the waterside to a pub for pre-show refreshments before entering the theatre.

The show was fantastic, lively, noise, rude and sexy and we had a thoroughly entertaining time. The venue is a masterpiece and has great atmosphere; we don’t know why it took us so long to visit.

‘Big God’s mind is crumbling, Mrs God has lost her looks and they can’t stop arguing. Their daughter, the Goddess of Love has been rejected and banished to earth. Meanwhile - in Essex - glamorous reality TV star Natty has had some fetish items stolen that threaten to expose her relationship with rock star Baz to the media.
Award-winning writer Chris Hannan’s moving, hectic and hilarious new play, The God of Soho, comes to life in a world addicted to drugs and handbags, to flash-bulbs and tabloid exposure, and to the overwhelming need for attention.

The cast of loveable misfits includes Phil Daniels (Quadrophenia, A Clockwork Orange at the RSC, Holding On, The Long Firm, Outlaws and most recently The Beggar's Opera at Regent's Park Open Air Theatre) playing Big God, Emma Pierson as Natty (Little Dorrit, Hotel Babylon) and Edward Hogg ( Bunny and the Bull, White Lightnin' and Woyzeck at The Gate) as Baz.

Sexy, feisty and real, The God of Soho is a morality tale for the modern age, a story about love at its dirtiest, maddest and most bittersweet.

Bursting with dirty language and filthy content.’

More of wot I have read…

Neverwhere – author’s preferred text by Neil Gaiman

I bought this book for Jamie a while back when a bought a copy of the TV series to re-watch, but I had never read it myself. So I borrowed it back off him and found it to be a great read, slightly different to the show as this is how the author intended it to be.


‘Under the streets of London there’s a place most people could never even dream of. A city of monsters and saints, murderers and angels, knights in armour and pale girls in black velvet. This is the city of the people who have fallen between the cracks.

Richard Mayhew, a young businessman, is going to find out more than enough about this other London. A single act of kindness catapults him out of his workday existence and into a world that is at once eerily familiar and utterly bizarre. And a strange destiny awaits min down here, beneath his native city: neverwhere.’


-       The Girl with the Dragon Tattoo (Men Who Hate Women)
-       The Girl Who Played with Fire (The Girl Who Played with Fire)
-       The Girl Who Kicked the Hornets’ Nest (The Air Castle Which Got Blown Up)

Initially this series passed us by, but we were recommended it by a family member. The writing is exciting, the translation superb and we enjoyed aspects of the narrative that exposed Swedish habits and traits different than our own. Some of the characters are frustrating, probably deliberately so, and some circumstances stretch the credibility, however that is minor criticism for an otherwise fabulous read. It is a shame the movie of the first book did not do the story or characters justice and I doubt we will watch the others or the American versions when they appear.


The Girl with the Dragon Tattoo

'Disgraced journalist Mikael Blomqvist is hired by Henrik Vanger to investigate the disappearance of Vanger’s great-niece Harriet. Henrik suspects that someone in his family, the powerful Vanger clan, murdered Harriet over forty years ago.

 Starting his investigation, Mikael realizes that Harriet’s disappearance is not a single event, but rather linked to series of gruesome murders in the past. He now crosses paths with Lisbeth Salander, a young computer hacker, an asocial punk and most importantly, a young woman driven by her vindictiveness.

Together they form an unlikely couple as they dive deeper into the violent past of the secretive Vanger family.


The Girl Who Played with Fire

'Lisbeth Salander is wanted for a triple murder. All three victims are connected to a trafficking exposé about to be published in Mikael Blomqvist’s magazine Millenium, and Lisbeth’s fingerprints are on the weapon.

Lisbeth vanishes to avoid capture by the justice. Mikael, not believing the police, is despairingly trying to clear her name, using all his resources and the staff of his magazine. During this process, Mikael discovers Lisbeth’s past, a terrible story of abuse and traumatizing experiences growing up in the Swedish care system.

When he eventually finds her, it’s only to discover that she is far more entangled in his initial investigation of the sex industry than he could ever imagine.'

The Girl Who Kicked the Hornets’ Nest

'Two seriously injured people arrive at the emergency ward of the Sahlgrensa hospital in Gothenburg. One is the wanted murderer Lisbeth Salander who has taken a bullet to the head and needs immediate surgery, the other is Alexander Zalachenko, an older man who Lisbeth has attacked with an axe.

 In this third novel in the Millennium trilogy, Lisbeth is planning her revenge against the men who tried to kill her, and even more importantly, revenge against the government which nearly destroyed her life. But first she must escape from the intensive care unit and exculpate her name from the charges of murder that hangs over her head.
In order to succeed with the latter, Lisbeth will need the help of journalist Mikael Blomkvist. He is writing an exposing article that will shake the Swedish government, the secret service and the whole country by its foundations. Finally there is a chance for Lisbeth Salander to put her past behind her and finally there is a chance for truth and justice to prevail.'

 
The Fry Chronicles by Stephen Fry

I have not read the first part of Stephen Fry’s autobiography and only read this as I was given it as a present; I usually do not read biographies. I was somewhat surprised at the self loathing and poor self esteem he has and this did become wearing at times, but it did reveal a side of him that he knows himself is often hidden from the public behind his apparently fake appearance of confidence.

‘Thirteen years ago, "Moab is My Washpot", Stephen Fry's autobiography of his early years, was published to rave reviews and was a huge bestseller. In those thirteen years since, Stephen Fry has moved into a completely new stratosphere, both as a public figure, and a private man. Now he is not just a multi-award-winning comedian and actor, but also an author, director and presenter. In January 2010, he was awarded the Special Recognition Award at the National Television Awards. Much loved by the public and his peers, Stephen Fry is one of the most influential cultural forces in the country. This dazzling memoir promises to be a courageously frank, honest and poignant read. It will detail some of the most turbulent and least well known years of his life with writing that will excite you, make you laugh uproariously, move you, inform you and, above all, surprise you.’

‘Stretching from Fry’s success at Cambridge, where he met the comic love of his life, Hugh Laurie, to his first forays into television, this is one of the funniest, most generous, most daring pieces of confessional writing published in years. Most readers will want to close the book and give it a hug.’




This was a strange and very silly little book that does not pretend to be anything else. I like the Steampunk genre even though I have read little in it, and there were elements in this that a loved and had enjoyable imagery for me; however the silliness and violations of the fourth wall grated after a while.
 
‘This is Robert Rankin’s Far-Fetched-Fictional Steampunk sequel to The War of the worlds and, like the Japanese Devil Fish Girl herself, nothing quite like it has ever existed before… Nearly a decade has passed since Mars invaded Earth, and since wrecked, reverse-engineered Martian spaceships carried The Queen’s Own Electric Fusiliers to the Red Planet, Mars is now part of the ever-expanding British Empire and trade has been opened up with other planets. So what any less-than-scrupulous sideshow proprietor needs now is a sensational attraction that will pull punters in from all parts of the solar system. Something exceptional: like the most wonderful being in all the universe. The Japanese Devil Fish Girl. Professor Coffin’s quest to possess this ultimate showman’s exhibit will take him to realms as yet unchartered and cause considerable friction. Sufficient, in fact, to spark off Worlds War Two…’



This was recommended to me by a friend as a good read in the Steampunk genre, written for teenagers and including nice black and white drawings throughout. Some of the world details I found unusual and some were surprising in their freshness. The story was sometimes slow, but as a series it allowed for nice plot and character development.


‘Two opposing forces on the brink of war:

The Clankers, who put their faith in machinery, are squaring up to the Darwinists, who have begun evolving living creatures into tools.

Prince Aleksander, the would-by heir to the Austro-Hungarian throne, comes from a family of Clankers, and travels the country in a walker, a heavily-fortified tank on legs.

Deryn Sharp, a girl disguised as a boy, works for the British Empire, crewing an airship made of living animals – the ultimate flying machine.

Now, as Alek runs from his own people, and Deryn crash-lands in enemy territory, their lives are about to collide…’


Tuesday, July 19, 2011

Going to Build a Castle…

I have arranged with a friend of mine to go and help build a castle in France. We saw a demonstration of medieval skills recently at Bodium and I was intrigued with the project. Apparently a wealthy Frenchman who likes to restore old chateaux decided he wanted to build one from scratch using the authentic skills and designs of the 13th Century. They started Guedelon Castle in 1997 and expect the project to take 25 years in total, so they are only half way through. They welcome volunteers who want to participate and learn techniques and experience the living archaeology of the site, so we put our names down and we are due to go at the end of October. I am really excited about the project.

With Bells On…

We went to the annual Aldbury Morris Weekend Away that this year was based at Worcester, a lovely city with a great cathedral and fabulous old cobbled streets lined with rickety old buildings.

As is the want at this event we got well oiled the first night as they took over the bar and sang and played music. I was unable to make breakfast in the morning but soon perked up at the first destination on our tour once I had a hair of the dog, and then there was no stopping us. We travelled around many of the beautiful villages in the area, the side singing and dancing with a little drinking to lubricate the voice and knees.

The side even danced out for a wedding in a quaint village for a bemused party of well-wishers and a handsome couple.

Sue’s Birthday…

We went out to dinner and an open air Shakespeare at Guildford on the big day and we are going to go to the Globe to see another play, not Shakespeare, this time it is The God of Soho, which we are looking forward to.

The following weekend we had the family around and Sue cooked a roast beef dinner for them that included vegetables from the allotment and a wicked horseradish sauce that I make to a Mrs Beaton’s recipe.

More of wot I have heard…

Deleted Scenes from the Cutting Room Floor by Caro Emerald

This is a modern interpretation of jazz and swing music by a talented Dutch singer. I had downloaded her latest single for Sue, but when she heard the album at a friend’s party she just had to have it. It is a great upbeat sound that is ideal for a gathering or celebration.

More of wot I have read…

Awakened Mage by Karen Miller

This was the second book in the Kingmaker Kingbreaker series and it continued in the same vein as the first. It drags a little and is frustrating for not explaining the reason why the conflict exists between the main characters or what the background for the world is. In the end the resolution seems rushed and unsatisfactory. It maybe that there are other books that give this information but I haven’t read them.


‘The evil foretold has risen… …and we are all that stands between it and the end.


Asher has come a long way for a fisherman’s son. Together with his friend Prince Gar, he has defended their kingdom against its bitterest enemy, but at great cost.


Now, the evil mage Morg is preparing for his most deadly assault. Desperate, trapped in a broken body, Morg has little time and fewer scruples. And he has a plan.


As Gar and Asher unwittingly fall into a dangerous deception, Morg gets ever closer to his goal. And his victory would be particularly sweet – for who better to destroy the kingdom than the two who would give anything to save it?’



The Black Magician Trilogy by Trudi Canavan

This is sword and sorcery book in the traditional sense which spends most of its time exploring the relationship between the main charter and those about her with less attention on the wider world view. It is engaging and well written but as it is spread over three books it can sometimes drag a little, and if you want action in your stories you might be disappointed with this. It seems to be leaning more towards teen fiction for the genre rather than for the adult market.


Book One: The Magicians’ Guild

‘The old magician paused. ‘If this young woman is a natural, we should expect her to be more powerful than our average novice, possibly even more powerful than the average magician.’


Each year, the magicians of Imardin gather together to purge the city streets of vagrants and miscreants. Masters of the disciplines of magic, they know that no ordinary lowlife can oppose them. But their protective shield is not as impenetrable as they think.


Sonea, angry, frustrated and outraged by the treatment of her family and friends, throws a stone at the shield, putting all her rage behind it. She is amazed when it sails unrestricted through the barrier and knocks a magician unconscious.


The Guild’s worst fear has been realised. There is an untrained magician loose in Imardin who must be found before her uncontrolled powers can destroy herself and the city.’


Book Two: The Novice

‘The most important attribute of a magician is knowledge. Without it his strength is useless.’ The magician’s eyes flickered to Sonea, ‘Even if his powers surface of their own accord, he will soon be dead if he does not gain the knowledge of how to control them.


Sonea knows the other novices in the Magicians’ Guild all come from powerful families, but she also knows she can turn to Rothen and Dannyl for help when she needs it. That is, until somone starts spreading malicious rumours about her — and Akkarin, The High Lord, steps in.


Promoted to Guild Ambassador, Lord Dannyl leaves for the Elyne court. His first order from Administrator Lorlen is to resume, in secret, High Lord Akkarin’s long-abandoned research into ancient magical knowledge. Not knowing the true reason for his journey, Dannyl is soon facing unexpected dangers.


Meanwhile, Sonea has almost forgotten the High Lord’s dark secret, but keeping the truth hidden may be a grave mistake.’


Book Three: The High Lord

‘‘Why are you showing me these books?’ Akkarin’s eyes bored into her own, and she looked away. ‘You want to know the truth,’ he said. He was right. Part of her wanted to ignore the books. But she did want to know.


In the city of Imardin, where those who wield magic wield power, a young street-girl, adopted by the Magician’s Guild, finds herself at the centre of a terrible plot that may destroy the entire world…


Sonea has learned much at the magicians’ guild and the other novices now treat her with a grudging respect. But she cannot forget what she witnessed in the High Lord’s underground room – or his warning that the realm’s ancient enemy is growing in power once more. As Sonea learns more, she begins to doubt her guildmaster’s word. Could the truth really be as terrifying as Akkarin claims, or is he trying to trick her into assisting in some unspeakably dark scheme?’

Shakespeare in the Park…

Guildford Shakespeare Company presents Much Ado About Nothing at the Guildford Castle

On Sue’s birthday this year we went into Guildford after work to eat and be merry. I had bought tickets to an open air production of Shakespeare and we originally intended to have a picnic, but the weather was looking dodgy so we went to Jamie Oliver’s Italian restaurant instead and had a fabulous meal. Then we walked up to the Guildford Castle grounds where a small crowd had gathered for the boutique performance arranged around the bandstand. The weather stayed fine and we had an added treat of watching a hot air balloon skimming the roof tops as it sailed majestically overhead.

Tuesday, June 14, 2011

More of wot I have read…

TheBook Thief by Markus Zusak

This is a strange and moving story. The oddness comes primarily in the writing style where the author uses unconventional language and imagery to reinforce the narrator being Death. It can be a bit awkward for the reader at times, but it adds rather than detracts from the overall story and is a rewarding book for it in the end.


‘Here is a small fact
You are going to die.

1939. Nazi Germany. The country is holding its breath.
Death has never been busier.

Liesel, a nine-year-old girl, is living with a foster family on Himmel Steet. Her parents have been taken away to a concentration camp. Liesel steals books. This is her story and the story of the inhabitants of her street when the bombs begin to fall.

Some important information
This novel is narrated by Death

It’s a small story, about:
  • A girl
  • An accordionist
  • Some fanatical Germans
  • A Jewish fist fighter
  • And quite a lot a thievery
Another thing you should know
Death will visit the book thief three times.’



Ringworld by Larry Niven

This is a book that was written in the 1970s and it has a feeling of other sci-fi books of the same period. It probably says more about me than the author, but I don’t feel comfortable about easy cohabitation of aliens and humans. I can suspend disbelief about technology and social advances, but I am not sure I can accept the mixing of intergalactic species outside of the cinematic medium.


‘The artifact is a circular ribbon of matter six hundred million miles long and ninety miles in radius. Pierson’s puppeteers, the aliens who discovered it, are understandably wary of encountering the builders of such an immense structure and have assembled a team of two humans, a mad puppeteer and a kzin, a huge cat-like alien, to explore it. But a crash landing on the vast edifice forces the crew on a desperate and dangerous trek across the Ringworld.’

Tuesday, May 24, 2011

South Africa - Lanscapes and Animals

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A few pictures from our recent trip to RSA...

Behind the Lens…

Sue got me a second hand Digital SLR camera for my Xmas/Birthday present and the first time I have used in anger was on our South African trip, with mixed success. I realised early on that I need more practice and training to be able to master the manual settings and so I have a subscription to a magazine, a book on the subject and now I have joined the Dorking Camera Club with the hope I can improve.

More of wot I have heard…

Let Them Talk by Hugh Laurie

Everybody knows the multitalented Hugh Laurie, rowed in the boat race for his university, acclaimed comedian and actor of stage, TV and film, but now we hear he is a musical genius as well… …there must be something wrong with the guy.

His new album shows his passion for the blues and showcases his not inconsiderable talent at the piano and guitar. It is a faithful and heartfelt tribute to a school of music that has influenced so many, and it’s a good listen as well.


Oh my God, Charlie Darwin by The Low Anthem

American indie-folk-rockers The Low Anthem’s music can tug at the heart strings on a wispy ballad or can have you bouncing around the room with a heavy beat, all with very accomplished musicianship and certain amount of facial hair.


Flaws by the Bombay Bicycle Club

A young UK indie-folk band who have been influenced by traditional folk music, but not let it stop them from adding their own thing to it in a familiar and at the same time refreshing style.


Jupiter’s Corner by The Carrivick Sisters

Devon based twins are as talented as they are beautiful and we witnessed this at our local folk group. They play a multiple array of instruments in a bluegrass heavy set of music and where their un-amplified voices sometimes got lost live; the album is balanced to bring the lyrics forward better.

Another Mid-Life Crisis…

I seem to have these every so often and at the moment I am hankering for a VW Kombi again. A couple of companies (Danbury and VW Kampers) import the old Type 2 van from where it is still made in Brazil and convert them into campervans, the only thing is they are about £35k each. Even the original ones and the older more iconic split-screen versions are incredibly expensive here, good ones easily demanding £15k.

We went out on Saturday to see if I could get it out of me system by visiting a motor home show. On the way we came across signs for Dubs at the Park, and so a detour was made and we found ourselves in the grounds of an old stately home crawling with old Volkswagens. There were some absolutely gorgeous examples of the splitty and bay window vans to be seen, and some were for sale, but even tatty old bangers were going for more then you would expect.

After wiping the drool off my chin we carried on to the Southern Motor Caravan Show were we found ourselves amongst all manner of sizes and shapes of motor homes, nearly all white panel work outside and dreadful chintz upholstery inside. Some were huge with lounges bigger than ours at home, but all had the feeling of old people’s homes on wheels. Some of them were very reasonably priced, in comparison to the vee-dubs we had just seen, but even the smallest ones were too big when you don’t have off street parking, and none could be used as your day-to-day runabout.

I started to realise it wasn’t a camper van that I wanted, but a VW Kombie van.

It was further complicated when we looked inside one of the static homes that was finished to look like a log cabin. Rather than the old fashioned soft furnishings and traveller external paintwork, this one was more for the holiday park market and had all the mod-cons inside, flat screen TV above the stylish wall mounted fire, piped music throughout, a fully fitted kitchen with double door American style fridge, an suite wet room and a bright and airy feel inside. We had a moment there where we started to mentally go through the possibility of selling our house, buying the cabin and having it located in some picturesque country local and still buying the camper van… …we shook our heads and decided to leave before the dark side over powered us.

After the motor home show we went on to Cliveden, a lovely former home of the Astor’s and now a grand hotel. We had a walk about and tea in the orangey, but it was getting late and the wind outside was making strolling about unpleasant, so we continued on into the city where we planned to meet some Kiwi friends of ours.

We met at the Punch and Judy on Covent Garden for a quick drink before relocating to a lovely nearby restaurant where we spent a lovely few hours over dinner chatting and catching up on what we had all been doing over that intervening period. It was a great evening, but with all the running about we had done we were glad to get back home and tumble into our bed.

More of wot I have seen…

We have just been to see Warhorse at the New London Theatre as a belated Mother’s Day treat with Sue’s mom and sister. We had read the book by the children’s author Michael Morpurgo, and were very taken with the tale. The stage production had to be altered from the original story to accommodate the point of view other than that of the horse. The sets were deliberately sparse and the animals were life sized puppets but this did not detract from the story, in fact, along with the clever use of projected ‘hand drawn’ graphics, it actually gave you room as an audience to use your imagination like you would in a book. It was very engaging and well performed and produced. The unexpected highlights were the superb singing of traditional folk anti war songs and a comedy turn by the animated goose.

I here that a film version of the book is due out at the end of the year, even so, I would recommend seeing the stage show and that youngsters read the book.

City Living…

We were planning to visit London on the weekend to see a show and so we arranged to travel in earlier to catch up with Jamie to celebrate his 25th birthday. We had cakes at the apartment he shares with Beth and then we all went out for lunch at a lovely place in Bermondsey Square. What a cool place it is too, the whole square, café’s, museums, cinema, shops, office and residential all in an interesting and vibrant little space. It made me wish I could have a London crash-pad and spend more time in places like that one. The only down side was when we were walking back to the flat and Jamie and I were verbally abused by a couple of drunks and for a moment we both were close to turning all caveman until Nan came to the rescue and saw them off.

Thursday, May 19, 2011

More of wot I have read…

Mayan Prophecy by Steve Alten

I was given this book for my holiday away and although I don’t think I have ever given up on a book, this one came close. It was full of action and drama but there was something about the characters and the plot that was all too two dimensional and it was hard to engage with the book. Not one I would recommend.

‘For thirty-two years, archaeologist Julius Gabriel investigated the Mayan calendar, a 2,500-year-old enigma that predicts the Apocalypse. His research led him to believe that ancient constructions like the Great Pyramid, Stonehenge, Angkor Wat, and Chichen Itza, were all built as part of a primeval fail-safe system, that might save humanity from total annihilation. But now Julius is dead, and his theories have perished with him, discredited and ridiculed.

With the help of Dominique, a part-Mayan psychiatric intern, Julius' son, Michael, breaks out of an insane asylum in Miami, where he has been illegally imprisoned. Together they flee to the Yucatan Peninsula, where Michael believes he can find the evidence he needs to prove his father's theory, and to convince the world of the fast-approaching global catastrophe.

In Mexico, at the autumn equinox, a serpent's shadow appears over the northern face of the Temple of Kukulcan, as it has done for a thousand years. But this time is different - it is the beginning of the end...’


The Thousand Autumns of Jacob de Zoet by David Mitchell

After reading this and Cloud Atlas, David Mitchell is my current favourite author. It was an engaging story with believable characters in a highly detailed and mysterious world. This was a superbly crafted piece of work that satisfied the reader on so many levels.

‘The year is 1799, the place Dejima in Nagasaki Harbor, the “high-walled, fan-shaped artificial island” that is the Japanese Empire’s single port and sole window onto the world, designed to keep the West at bay; the farthest outpost of the war-ravaged Dutch East Indies Company; and a de facto prison for the dozen foreigners permitted to live and work there. To this place of devious merchants, deceitful interpreters, costly courtesans, earthquakes, and typhoons comes Jacob de Zoet, a devout and resourceful young clerk who has five years in the East to earn a fortune of sufficient size to win the hand of his wealthy fiancée back in Holland.


But Jacob’s original intentions are eclipsed after a chance encounter with Orito Aibagawa, the disfigured daughter of a samurai doctor and midwife to the city’s powerful magistrate. The borders between propriety, profit, and pleasure blur until Jacob finds his vision clouded, one rash promise made and then fatefully broken. The consequences will extend beyond Jacob’s worst imaginings. As one cynical colleague asks, “Who ain’t a gambler in the glorious Orient, with his very life?”’