Language

I can't really be doing with Shakespeare. It's too impenetrably distant from modern speech, and far too long. But for a well-turned phrase, you can rarely beat him. How immediate an image is this: a fair hot wench in flame-coloured taffeta

Snowing again

It's been snowing since about 9 this evening. There's hardly any wind and great big flakes are dropping gently. It looks as if someone's emptying pillow feathers off the roof. There's already a few inches settled everywhere. With any luck there will be no trains and I won't be able to get to work tomorrow.