Me: ‘ Doc that’s a very interesting idea – look its 12 o clock, shall we meet up next Friday, I’ve got to get over to Flat Holm to do some drawing, a friend is taking me and his boat leaves in an hour.’
Dr Franklyn; ‘ Ok, good luck,I'm going up to the Lake, let’s meet for breakfast upstairs in the Old Market if you can make it - ring me – and as a parting shot as it were - Hirst made a dreadful mistake when he said of the skull, that he hoped
“...anybody looking at it would get some hope and be uplifted...” But, lest we forget, or get too sanctimonious, think of the last lines of Po Chu i’s famous ‘Pruning Trees’ – a long-time favourite of mine.
'... and my eyes, and my mind, went far away. Of Things; There are none, that do not bide both good and ill. Of Men; There are none, who do not have some preferences.’
bonchance.'
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