Unpublished watercolour by George Calderon, Tahiti 1906
Frontis piece by Frank Calderon
A happy memory of Trinity College: undergraduates breakfast together in Downy V. Green, p. 77.
George and Kittie Calderon 1905
Colonel Sir Walter Coote Hedley c. 1920
Sir Richard Vincent Sutton c. 1913
Book sent to George Calderon in Russia by his mother, Christmas 1895.
George Calderon c.1901
George Calderon, 1912
Figure from Gauguin’s 1899 painting ‘Tahitian Women with Mango Blossoms’ (left); George Calderon’s pencil sketch ‘Manu’ (right)
Monarch Butterfly Madeira
Jean Ryckaert, May 1916.
Michel and Vera Fokine in “Scheherazade”, 1914 (The Music And Theatre Library of Sweden, creative commons)
K.N. Das Gupta and Margaret Mitchell in an Indian Dramatic Society production of The Maharani of Arakan, 1913?
Patrick Miles in his summer house, 11 December 2016
Christmas 1901 Cartoon by George Calderon
Captain of the 11
Basic form of the Calderon coat of arms
The entrance to Fort Brockhurst (picture from Britain’s Past)Recent Comments
- Jim D G Miles on From the diary of a writer-publisher: 28 Excellent entry, Dad. I like the escape room picture, of course, but the story about the Russian and the hole-in-the-wall is exceptional! (28/03/2024 at 9:58 PM)
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The biographer discombobulated
I am greatly entertained by Mistress Ruth Scurr’s new book John Aubrey: My Own Life. It contains 433 pages. My honoured friend Mr William Harvey warns me that I shall acquire an impostumation if I sit reading it much longer.
I am surprised that so much of it is already familiar to me. But I am completely possessed by the man and his English style. I fear I shall develop his stammer.
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I proposed to Mr Hooke that the Royal Society might investigate how it is that printed writing can be both a man’s (Mr Aubrey’s) and a woman’s (Mistress Scurr’s) at the same time. He refused, saying, ‘No two bodies can occupy the same space!’ He has lent me thirty-five shillings in the past month, and now this fart.
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Today at Joe’s coffee house Sir Blewbottle Harston told me that he doubted I would be able to “blogg” about Mistress Scurr’s book with my customary tediousness until I had stopped thinking, speaking and writing like it. I agreed with my good friend. I believe I shall need a week to recover my equipoise.
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