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On Migration
Migration I am myself a migrant. I am less of one than I used to be, if that’s possible to say, but I remain a migrant. I spent most of the first 24 years of my life within about fifteen kilometres of Oxford, and then proceeded to spend the next twelve and a half years…
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On Laughter
The great joy of the English literature degree course I took was that it gave us a great degree of freedom to read whichever authors we wanted, as long as we could write something halfway intelligent about them. Much of the time we were constrained only by time period, and when it came to thematic…
