Stop the news. I want to get off

When things are grim, I think of a letter I once read. It was written by an old, sad man to his favourite nephew. I forget the nephew’s name but the man’s name was Michelangelo and the note, translated from Italian, was dated some time in the early 1560s. A life of immense physical effortContinue reading “Stop the news. I want to get off”