"Piecemeal we emerged, in the company of each other, alongside the slippery fragments of diversely uncultivated hopes, not a few regrets, and many silences."
"Many if not most of us have an odd string of such figures in our lives. Usually they are persons, but also the shimmering places, moments and things of memory that stretch into our pasts. Beckoning us back, to think."
Gorgeous prose here, Kenneth. A pleasure to read. I thoroughly enjoyed it. Thanks for including the video.
A gentle and perspicacious hommage to a man unmistakeably serious about teaching and mentorship. I never met Roger Highfield while at Oxford. The "creature" coming to life from your post ("source") is one who had mastered the art of being utterly themselves while taking themselves back to give other selves the space and encouragement for growth. A rare creature, I think. Reading your piece had a calming effect on me. It quietly celebrates humane conversation. Greetings to Glyn.
"Piecemeal we emerged, in the company of each other, alongside the slippery fragments of diversely uncultivated hopes, not a few regrets, and many silences."
"Many if not most of us have an odd string of such figures in our lives. Usually they are persons, but also the shimmering places, moments and things of memory that stretch into our pasts. Beckoning us back, to think."
Gorgeous prose here, Kenneth. A pleasure to read. I thoroughly enjoyed it. Thanks for including the video.
A gentle and perspicacious hommage to a man unmistakeably serious about teaching and mentorship. I never met Roger Highfield while at Oxford. The "creature" coming to life from your post ("source") is one who had mastered the art of being utterly themselves while taking themselves back to give other selves the space and encouragement for growth. A rare creature, I think. Reading your piece had a calming effect on me. It quietly celebrates humane conversation. Greetings to Glyn.