Political time-out

A year of elected silence
"Politics pulverizes,” observed the elegant, white-haired editor as she looked at me across her mahogany desk. She knew about such things, having grown up a bishop’s daughter, single-handedly raised several children, lost friends to war, managed a farm and worked for the last decades of her life in journalism and publishing. She died many years ago, but this one bit of alliterative advice comes back to me time and again, bringing with it her imperious and knowing regard, the glint of warmth in those imperturbable blue eyes, and the white curls that gave a Pre-Raphaelite frame to the high arches and columns of her face.

 

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