by Rab Eden | Reflections
Jerothony Naylor was the happiest of men. He was in no way bothered about being told he was far from handsome, nor indeed that he gobbled unbecomingly when applying himself at table. No, Jerothony is not a spelling error. An unspecified dispute between mother and... by Rab Eden | Reflections
Three hundred miles off the Scottish mainland and eighteen hundred miles east of Newfoundland, a light flashes every twenty seconds on a low pinnacle of rock breaking the emptiness of the North Atlantic. This is the island of Rockall, Scotland’s remotest... by Rab Eden | Reflections
The daily round is the quasi-mechanical process of keeping going in the hope of receiving future endorphin fixes, and these endorphin fixes are automatic chemically induced rewards which the animal provides to itself for what it views as satisfactory behaviour. I am... by Rab Eden | Reflections
Here it is a mist, here a fog, always in the end it conceals all things; it is called time. Almost faded from sight now, although not so far back through the obscurity, lies a drifting danger which is sometimes another mist, sometimes another fog. Here it conceals all... by Rab Eden | Reflections
Location Two adjoining villas at Jard, on the Vendee Coast, owned by two French sisters, Marcelle and Suzanne. People Who Do Not Appear Lucette, wife of the Author, Suzanne and Marcelle. People Who Appear Jackie, son of Suzanne and his wife, Evelyn, and 36... by Rab Eden | Reflections
Here I am, master of my destiny, compact, athletic, taking in nourishing meals at one end and disposing of the residue in a fashion both orderly and useful at the other. Only those who have experienced it can appreciate the pleasure of sensing food slithering...