English Monarchs

Willie Willie Harry Stee
Harry Dick John Harry three;
One two three Neds, Richard two
Harrys four five six… then who?
Edwards four five, Dick the bad,
Harrys (twain), Ned six (the lad);
Mary, Bessie, James you ken,
Then Charlie, Charlie, James again…
Will and Mary, Anna Gloria,
Georges four, Will four, Victoria;
Edward seven next, and then
Came George the fifth in nineteen ten;
Ned the eighth soon abdicated
Then George six was coronated;
After which Elizabeth
And that’s all folks until her death.

C S Lewis

Love anything and your heart will be wrung and possibly broken. If you want to make sure of keeping it intact you must give it to no one, not even an animal. Wrap it carefully round with hobbies and little luxuries; avoid all entanglements.


Pythagoras Theorem

The square of the hypotenuse of a right angled triangle is equal to the sum of the squares of the sides.

A Proof

Take a square of sides length a + b inscribed by another square connecting the points a distance a from each consecutive cornert of the first square.

Let the length of the sides of the inscribed square be c.

Thus each side of the inscribed sqaure forms the hypotonuse of a right angled triangle having sides of length a, and b.

The area of the larger square is (a+b)2 = a2+ b2+2*a*b

The area of the larger square is also equal to the area of the smaller square plus the area of the four right angled triangles of sides length a and b and hypotenuse c.

This is equal to c2 + 4* (a*b)/2

So a2+ b2+2*a*b = c2+ 2*a*b

So a2 + b2 = c2


C L Dodgson (Lewis Carroll)

But neither 30 years of 30 centuries affect the clearness or the charm of geometrical truths. Such a theorem as “The square of the hypotenuse of a right angled triangle is equal to the sum of the squares of the sides.” Is as dazzlingly beautiful now as it was on the day when Pythagoras first discovered it and celebrated its advent, it is said, by sacrificing a hectacomb of oxen – a method of doing honour to science that has always seemed to me slightly exaggerated and uncalled for. Even in these degenerate days, marking the epoch of some brilliant discovery by inviting a convivial friend or two over for a beefsteak and a bottle of wine. But a hectacomb of oxen! It would produce a quite inconvenient supply of meat.

Malcolm Muggeridge

It is only possible to succeed at second-rate pursuits – like becoming a millionaire or a prime minister, winning a war, seducing beautiful women, flying through the stratosphere or landing on the moon. First-rate pursuits – involving, as they must, trying to understand what life is about and trying to convey that understanding – inevitably result in a sense of failure. A Napoleon, a Churchill, a Roosevelt can feel themselves to be successful, but never a Socrates, a Pascal, a Blake. Understanding is for ever unattainable. Therein lies the inevitability of failure in embarking upon its quest, which is none the less the only one worthy of serious attention.

Percy B Shelley

Love’s Philosophy

THE fountains mingle with the river,
And the rivers with the ocean;
The winds of heaven mix forever,
With a sweet emotion;
Nothing in the world is single;
All things by a law divine
In one another’s being mingle:-
Why not I with thine?

See! the mountains kiss high heaven,
And the waves clasp one another;
No sister flower would be forgiven
If it disdained its brother;
And the sunlight clasps the earth,
And the moonbeams kiss the sea:-
What are all these kissings worth,
If thou kiss not me?

E M Forster

Failure or success seem to have been allotted to men by their stars. But they retain the power of wriggling, of fighting with their star or against it, and in the whole universe the only really interesting movement is this wriggle.

Robert Browning

Home-thoughts, from the Sea

Nobly, nobly Cape Saint Vincent to the North-west died away;
Sunset ran, one glorious blood-red, reeking into Cadiz Bay;
Bluish ‘mid the burning water, full in face Trafalgar lay;
In the dimmest North-east distance dawn’d Gibraltar grand and gray;
‘Here and here did England help me: how can I help England?’–say,
Whoso turns as I, this evening, turn to God to praise and pray,
While Jove’s planet rises yonder, silent over Africa.