I thank whatever Gods that be that even at the age of 78 my mind remains restless and eager to absorb new facts, new theories, new ways of looking at life and the world, new stories of mankind’s continual search for perfected knowledge, new illuminations of the spirit. Not a day passes which is not full of surprises for the mind, insights which set me thinking in ways not thought before.
I was reading about the poet W H Auden whose poetry I often love to read – but I had not seen this description of how he conceived of the making of poetry:
“A poet has one duty which is to try, and
