βDo you want the rest of the seal,β he asked? βOr can I finish it?β
Were it possible for us to see further than our knowledge reaches and yet a little way beyond the outworks of our divining, perhaps we would endure our sadnesses with greater confidence than our joys.
It was the morning of 6th July, 2012. I was hungover but happy. I had no smartphone in those days so, happily unaware of the tyranny of Google Maps, I strolled aimlessly along Parisian boulevards, going where whim and fancy took me. To my left, I saw a small street,