From the Desk of Alfred Corn

The true Londoner doesn't insist that every day be sunny. The damp, overcast days have their value. Skies are not totally blank, no, small gradations in depth and colour are perceptible, and cloud movement. Such days have their mystery and they spare your eyes from glare. The unsaid is somehow suggested by the yellow leaves scattered in sheaves on pavements. You feel mist in the air, a sense of the northern cardinal direction going toward the pole. It's the sort of weather that produced Norse mythology, the Icelandic sagas, medieval castles and Gothic cathedrals. One aspect of the Romantic movement is its shift from the classical Mediterranean to the misty North. The realm of dreams, magic, hibernation, negative capability.

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