Of all your essays, this one is my favorite, not surprising I suppose, since my entire blog is about Oxford. Somewhere in my journals, I have a passage about a room at Oxford where shafts of golden topaz light were fractured by the tracery and cut-glass windows into diamonds. The room's window faced an interior courtyard, hidden from the world, just as William Holman Hunt's painting Light of the World was cloistered in the side chapel of my college (my favorite place to pray). I suggest that the Golden Age is a misnomer. It is not an age or time period, but rather a state of mind that is accessible, if we choose look for it.
Of all your essays, this one is my favorite, not surprising I suppose, since my entire blog is about Oxford. Somewhere in my journals, I have a passage about a room at Oxford where shafts of golden topaz light were fractured by the tracery and cut-glass windows into diamonds. The room's window faced an interior courtyard, hidden from the world, just as William Holman Hunt's painting Light of the World was cloistered in the side chapel of my college (my favorite place to pray). I suggest that the Golden Age is a misnomer. It is not an age or time period, but rather a state of mind that is accessible, if we choose look for it.