Every generation is convinced that it is living in unique times. And not just unique, but uniquely unique: unique in new and surprising ways. The truth has proved, so far, to be more prosaic: our own times are ‘special’ merely because we happen to be living through them. For most of my three score years and ten, I have made the blithe assumption that tomorrow will be better than today. However, this progress - even this idea of progress - now seems to have stalled. In 2021 the world seems to be either burning or drowning. Democracy is retreating, while radical Islam in on the charge. We have a global pandemic, with a virus that might mutate, at any moment, into something altogether more deadly. Maybe, just maybe, these are unprecedented times.
Licensed on a Saturday: Kirkstall Abbey in Leeds...
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