Winding Up the Week #488

An end of week recap “That country where it is always turning late in the year. That country where the hills are fog and the rivers are mist; where noons go quickly, dusks and twilights linger, and midnights stay. That country composed in the main of cellars, sub-cellars, coal-bins, closets, attics, and pantries faced away from the sun. That country whose people are autumn people, thinking only autumn thoughts. Whose people passing at night on the empty walks sound like rain.” – Ray Bradbury (The October Country, 1955) The good news is that I have an actual, if unexpected, wind up for you today. The inescapable bad news is that there will be zilch next weekend. No dashed dispatch or scribbled one-liner, because I am taking to the skies in search of a little autumn sunshine. Hopefully, you will hear from me next on 7th November – though it may be with the briefest of brief notes – after which I will get down to some serious literary link truffling. Around the world, Global Media and…