Belatedly been to see The History Boys (along with half of Cambridge, who were equally surprised at how many people had waited for the end of the run, but never mind). All kinds of echoes for me — from my application to Oxford, through my A level History teacher through to general literature and philosophy ripples.
Like the best films, I walked home disturbed — out of kilter with my surroundings. Sadness, too. Sadness that I can’t really discuss or share these feelings as I’d like to. Partly a matter of lacking the tools, partly the people.
Ack. Sad posts. Never fun.
