Oh! Isn’t he marvellous . . .

“Look at him ! Oh bless him ! See the way he gets about ! Marvellous !”

“Yes, I love the way he walks with his legs apart so”

“And his arms held out . . . !”

“Helps him to keep his balance . . .”

“See the way he holds on to things when he feels a bit wobbly !”

“Look, look, he’s holding on to that table now and smiling at at you”

“Oops ! he’s sitting down now and he’s looking at his book”

“Wonderful for his age . . .”

* * * * *

Could have been said about 1934 – equally applicable in 2015.

But, Shakespeare said it first . . .

“At first the infant,
Mewling and puking in the nurse’s arms.
Then, the whining school-boy with his satchel
And shining morning face, creeping like snail
Unwillingly to school.”

“The sixth age shifts
Into the lean and slippered pantaloon,
With spectacles on nose and pouch on side,
His youthful hose, well saved, a world too wide
For his shrunk shank, and his big manly voice,
Turning again toward childish treble, pipes
And whistles in his sound. Last scene of all,
That ends this strange eventful history,
Is second childishness and mere oblivion,
Sans teeth, sans eyes, sans taste, sans everything.”



About The Author

Born 9 December 1933. Former Royal Air Force person. Retired Church of England Clergyman. Father. Grandfather, and now, Great Grandfather. Citizen of Europe and Fervent Remainer. Thinks that Members of Parliament and especially Ministers of the Crown, who lie to Parliament should be brought before a public tribunal where the evidence can be heard, and examined, and suitable penalties awarded.
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