Areopagus Volume XXVI

Seven short lessons every someday.

Welcome one and all to the twenty sixth volume of Areopagus. Today is the 4th December, a Sunday, and so I'm late. Apologies. My excuses are a little illness and then the wedding of a very good friend. Events conspired in such a way that I'd written something for you; I didn't think it was quite good enough. So I rewrote it and now here's the first ever (and, I hope, only) Sunday edition of my Friday newsletter.

The wedding was in Sarajevo, by the way, which is a truly charming city. Here's my view as I write these words, of the cathedral towers and of houses rising up the steep banks of the Miljacka River:

And so, if you'll forgive my tardiness, here we go...