Having returned from Italy the night before last, the fatigue of jet lag continues to hold me in its grip. So, until I’m able to compose a reasonably intelligent post, here is a glimpse of an interpretive dance routine which took place in Rome. I’m not sure if it had a title. Perhaps you would like to propose one.

When Your Earthly Hope Is Found Wanting
Having begun his professional life believing in the promise of communism, British journalist Malcolm Muggeridge (1903-1990) abandoned his utopian dream in the 1930s. Coming to