Areopagus Volume XXIV

Seven short lessons every someday.

Welcome one and all to the twenty fourth volume of Areopagus. As I write these words torrential rain is thundering against the windows and heavy fog has descended on the city. Alas, autumn has passed over those golden-red days and onto the gloom of its wintry collapse into December.

But, as Arthur Hugh Clough once wrote, say not the struggle naught availeth!