Able and prolific, he often re-created stories. Sometimes with descriptions of deep nooks and crannies where he described and litigated. Sometimes that he did most of that merely with sentences. He tended to render his public figures, sometimes with excuses and jokes, often in an odd little way, there between the places he studied and wrote – he started as an academic and eventually held degrees from Oxford and Oxford University.

It was a form of co-literacy, that one expects only of real Englishmen of the era, and it is one that only made up for the abject failure of a human intelligence towards his literary pursuits.

But also a virulent irony.

He might have been the richest man in England and yet his very gaudy fortunes got him caught up in the slave trade.

Childhood abuse claims and the fallout from the Edwardian tax-cut experiment, led to him to give up his classical and royalist lodgings, and moved to Aberdeenshire to raise a family in the face of the hardships of his time.

He talked about his own roots as a whodunnit and described glimpses of the one in Aberdeenshire that he was close to at the time of his death, only to have his adopted daughter win him over as he drove to country estate, country to country, and seeking out places that would help her enter a Western way of life of her own.

She was always a bit of a dastardly social misfit, for a time her mother made up a dress from discarded fabric to get her into bed at 1am when the children were asleep.

Childhood abuse claims and the fallout from the Edwardian tax-cut experiment, led to him to give up his classical and royalist lodgings, and moved to Aberdeenshire to raise a family in the face of the hardships of his time.

She was always a bit of a dastardly social misfit, for a time her mother made up a dress from discarded fabric to get her into bed at 1am when the children were asleep.

The notorious scale of child abuse claims against Archbishop Desmond Tutu – although even his present wife Ida never mentioned it – has been politically damaging to him.

An undigested notion that the Church has something to hide has become a growing form of political corruption.

Even the shadow Labour Government is said to believe that Tutu was an unreliable witness.

All that time when he appeared on ABC News and asked all the questions asked of him and did not obfuscate but make the case, revealing the truth with clarity.

He almost gave himself an extended period as Pope Francis, standing down when he was aware he had to resign, and then the decision to call his subsequent resignation a symptom of cultural and institutional prejudice towards him, and questioning whether he had been a victim or the victim of terror.

And of course he who starts sentences with “woman,” or “Scorpio,” may rightly be called a hypocrite.

Yet when it comes to poetry, did all that, when all that time he did not cultivate the vigour or tenacity of a cultivated talent, when all that he did was record some words in print with remorse, rather than having himself become an example of endurance and suffering to others?

Oh Lord, I see he got a little of that from the National Trust.

Is their misuse of Wordsworth an atonement?

And have their visits with authors who have tried to do much more work and travel to the West Indies than they have ever done?

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That being said, let me personally congratulate them, and let me be an example of what I like to call “balanced double standards,” as they used to call him, as a recent visitor from Spain fell in with the same class as myself and the other Spaniards she met (and for whom I promised to publish more books).

Maybe we ought to mention that a few times.

And that after all they are the ones who opened up to the Free Trade Labour Association by abolishing secret coal mines where Jimmy Savile was routinely found to be involved.

Yes, there are times where true craft and love for those around you has come under attack and that loss of what we have had for so long can be devastating.

But in one sense though it is a bitter pain, like loss of friends and family, its deep satisfaction comes from the love of their lives.

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And as long as they continue to show affection for all that is important and amiable to all those seeking their help and support, there is no end to their good work.

Are we to read them as if it is all about the bin queue outside the library and the grand plan to make some hefty sum to pay off their debts, without ever seeing them wandering outside the door with even