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PART II
Issue No 330b Wednesday 2nd February 2000
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AGENDA
Part II
4. Paris Itinerary (IV): Louvre and Quartier Latin
5. Readers' Letters: Transferable Skills in HE, Longserving staff, Animals
and Essence, Phallus impudicus, The Venue, Burns Suppers in St Louis,
Catherine Deneuve, Power of Advertising, Ruskin, Microsoft 2000.
6. Small Ads: Cleaner wanted, Book Vouchers, Accommodation for French
student, Cars, Furniture, House for sale, Books and CDs, Mountain bike.
MINUTES AND MATTERS ARISING
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"For "Lord Armstrong of Ilminster" read "the late Allan Clark, MP"
A flickering lantern has been hung on the pillar opposite the Natwest
bank cash machines, and bouquets of flowers placed at the bottom of it.
A blank sheet has been stuck on the pillar and various thoughts added.
Tonight's Granada weather report is being filmed in the Art & Science
exhibition in the Peter Scott Gallery
4. PARIS ITINERARY FOR STUART AND JOAN RILEY (IV): LOUVRE AND QUARTIER LATIN
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After Mass in Notre-Dame, walk round if you like, or pause to admire
the stained glass of the rose windows. Then emerge and donate something
to placate the charity seekers at the door. Catch your breath and
admire the statue of St Louis and the stone marking Kilometre Zero, the
point from where distances in France are measured.
You don't want to go on a guided tour of the towers, so walk round
behind the church on the river side, admiring the grimacing gargoyles
that I identify with, and the superb flying buttresses, and walk
through the Jardins de l'Archeveche (Archbishop's house) to the very
stern of the Ile de la Cite. (Remember it's shaped like a boat.)
Excellent views over towards the very old and very chic apartments of
the Ile St-Louis. The Pompidous used to live there, and Baudelaire
before them for a bit.
Watch the tourists on the passing bateaux-mouches watching you. No
crowds here usually, but often some very sad and tearful faces. You're
walking towards a silent and terrifyingly simple monument, half
underground, very dark with myriad points of light, always new-looking,
of excruciating poignancy.
This is the stark Memorial de la Deportation, like a prison, with
barred cells, ending in darkness with a naked light bulb. Above the
exit the words 'Pardonner mais ne pas oublier", forgive but don't
forget.
No point in trying to eat well or cheaply round here. Back to the main
road (Boulevard du Palais) and hop on a bus to somewhere for a couple
of stops.
FIFTH HALF DAY
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The Louvre. Obligatory. Remember to get off at Palais-Royal and NOT
Louvre. If you're paying you have to queue to enter by the pyramid. If
you've got a pass of some kind you can take the privileged entrance
under the archway on the rue de Rivoli.
Either way you end up in the Hall Napoleon, under Pei's glass Pyramid.
I say 'glass' but it's actually some transparent material designed for
the portholes of spaceships. I like it, by the way, and despite the
original controversy I think most folk now do. NB: cameras without
flash are allowed but you'll have to leave your umbrellas in the
cloakroom.
The Louvre is now a model of modern museology and has become busier
than ever. Frenetically so, every day of the year. Immense new spaces
were made available by excavating on several floors under the courtyard
and kicking the Min of Finance out of the Rivoli wing. Afterwards you
can visit the Carousel du Louvre, the luxury underground shopping
centre next to the underground coach park, to see the Japanese buy
Gucci and Armani.
Signposts everywhere, informative and legible notes beside every
exhibit, thoughful arrangements and juxtapositions that are varied from
time to time, concerts and lectures and conferences every day in
dedicated premises. And pricey souvenirs, paintings as well as books,
videos and endless postcards. Send me one.
The excavations also revealed some of the oldest foundations of the
original palaces and hitherto unknown details of the history of the
building, which has now become a major exhibit in it's own right.
They've tried to divide it into 3 coherent sections, and the wing you
want is the Aile Denon. Do try not to get lost. Once spent a whole
Sunday afternoon trying to escape from 18th Century snuff-boxes and
silverware. It's difficult to spend more than an hour or two in the
Louvre: you start to suffer from a kind of cerebral indigestion and you
soon realise that you could come every day for a year and still not
have seen everything - nor even everything that you WANT to see.
Baudelaire used to pop in to see one painting and dashed out again, but
then he smoked and he could come every day.
If you've not been here before I suppose you want to see the Venus de
Milo and the Joconde. Cannot for the life of me see why. The Hellenic
or Egyptian antiquities department has endless more exciting pieces and
I far prefer the Winged Victory of Samothrace, for example. As for
Moaner Lisa, now electronically protected so without her personal armed
bodyguard, there are half-a-dozen more interesting canvases in the same
room, even Leonardo's Virgin on the Rocks next to it! (Very reminiscent
of the Duke of Buccleuch's putative Leonardo at Drumlanrig, only an
hour and a half from here.)
You must set out to see something you want to. Idly wandering among
such treasures is mere tourism: i.e. cultural masturbation. (I offer
that as a free essay or exam question for John Urry's MA.)
May I recommend the main French 1st floor room containing, inter alia,
David's Oath of the Horatian Brothers and Napoleon's Coronation, Gros'
Battle of Eylau, Gericault's Raft of the Medusa, Delacroix's Massacre
at Scio, Death of Sardanapalus and Liberty leading the People. That
lot should gob-smack you and leave you drained without having to walk
too far. You might even hire the recorded commentary in English, though
that's less fun than listening to me gossiping about them.
Now try to find your way out. You'll prolly need to have an
extortionate coffee and sit down on the way.
SIXTH HALF-DAY
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Take a bus to the bottom of the Boulevard St Michel, universally known
as the Boul' Mich. Immediately to your left is the warren of narrow
streets around the rue de la Huchette known as the Quartier St-Severin.
This was where Francis Maspero's famous bookshop used to be, a
late-night hotbed of radicalism in the 60s. I bought my copy of
Chairman Mao's Petit Livre Rouge there.
If you had time I'd take you through it and over the rue St Jacques on
the other side into the quartier St Julien le Pauvre. There you could
pop into Shakespeare & Co and say hello to ageless American George
Whitman (and yes he IS a distant descendent of Walt's).
In fact, yes, at Gibert Jeune's bookshop I'm going to take you down
the narrow Rue de la Huchette on your left, past the theatre that shows
Ionesco's Bald-headed Prima Donna (Paris's answer to The Moustrap) and
out on to the rue St Jacques. (This is the street you walk down at the
start of a pilgrimage to the shrine of St James in Compostella.)
You can walk a hundred yards of the way, passing the legendary Polly
Magoo cafe where some of us hung out 30 odd years ago. In 1968 I
listened to de Gaulle's angry address to the nation on the radio there
- he announced the dissolution of parliament and sounded like a furious
headmaster dismissing errant pupils.
Carry on just up to the boulevard St Germain. It's easier to cross the
boulevard here - do so. On your right is the Museum of Cluny, ruins of
a medieval abbey containing the tapestry of the Lady with the Unicorn,
and beyond it the St Michel-St Germain crossroads, heart of the known
universe. And imagine - there was a Lancaster student who worked in a
first-floor office on the corner once....!
Carry on a little up the rue St Jacques and you come to the rue des
Ecoles. Facing you is the front facade of the Sorbonne. On your left is
the even more interesting College de France, founded by Francois 1er as
its non-religious rival with no entry requirements. Interesting guy
Francois 1er. His ambition was to transport Rome to Paris. He tried to
nick Raphael and Michelangelo but they sent pupils instead. His
transfer coup was Leonardo, buried on the Loire.
Cross the road and walk along the front of the Sorbonne building, then
turn up the narrow rue de la Sorbonne beside it. Walk up it as far as
the place de la Sorbonne, the opening on your right - there's a
computer shop where you can cheaply check your email if you like,
provided you've got a web based account.
At the place de la Sorbonne you had better sit down and take a
breather in a cafe. Did I mention that this bit is all uphill! Soon be
at the Pantheon though, and it's downhill from there on.
[To be continued]
5. READERS' LETTERS
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The Peter Scott web pages have been in existence for 18 months or so &
were done by myself & Jim Riley, masquerading as Lune Computer
Services. We also did the Modern European Languages & North West
Regional Studies pages.
Steve Miller
Planning Office
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With regard to your query, we were previously known as the
Professional Development Unit providing education and training for
project managers and we are situated at Grizedale college between the
toilets and the mosque! All visitors will be welcomed.
Claire Cawley
(Project Management Division Secretary
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First, let me congratulate LUTV on surviving and indeed thriving. I
hope that the Ruskin documentary does make it to television, whether
it be terrestrial or satellite.
Turning to the Ruskin Library itself, I make no secret of my distaste
for the building. I regard it as profoundly ugly. It looks like a squat
chunk of polystyrene from a distance and on closer inspection resolves
into a concatenation of 'quality (read 'expensive') materials
resembling nothing so much as a giant, somewhat squashed, rice cooker.
Of course, what it actually is can hardly elude anyone willing to cast
a critical eye over the thing: a folly.
It is not even a very good folly. The City of Lancaster is fortunate
enough to be the setting for perhaps the finest folly in England (folly
experts please do correct me if I am wrong): the Ashton Memorial in
Williamson Park. We hardly needed another. Far less an ugly little
podule that is about as fit for purpose as an inflatable dart-board.
For me the Ruskin Library will always be a symbol of the University's
voodoo economics period, perhaps I am alone in this and perhaps, very
likely, it colours my appreciation of the architecture. I can only
reflect on the grotesque irony that Lancaster's Millennium building is
likely to cost us, in relative terms, far more than that up-turned wok
in Greenwich. As for it being a mill-stone. Well, as the VC so clearly
believes, what's another when one wears a veritable necklace of such
burdens...
Nick Bardsley
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Sorry, but I've only just caught up on my Inkytexts. And I would like
to point out that despite your infatuation with la belle Emmanuelle (et
sa soeur, pour tout ce que je sais) there is another actrice qui
participe au film de Proust qui s'appelle la belle Catherine. Je sais
qu'elle est une femme d'un certain age mais tous les newspapers de
notre country ont une picture de la belle Catherine bien qu'elle soit
la mere...
Anyway, I would just like to point out two things:
a) Catherine Deneuve existe; elle vaincra aux Oscars;
b) there is a brilliant piece of writing by Paul Jennings called
"deuxiemes hors l'anneau" (which I hope you've read) which has to be
read in French, translated into the English in which it is written and
then understood and laughed at in either language. If you don't have a
copy I'll be glad to furnish you with one.
D.A.Orr
Licensee
Fylde College
The Only College Bar On Campus To Have The Collins/Robert As Part Of
The Bar's Essentials.
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In less than 12 hours of the latest Inkytext appearing, an ex-St.
Martin's graduate who works for Research Machines had contacted me and
posted off a spare graphics card for the school I placed the ad on
behalf of! So many thanks, and here indeed is testimony to the might<y
powers of Inkytext!
Alan Waters
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I was deeply embarassed that you published my poem on Ruskin. This was not
intended. I only meant the comment on his mother to go in and the rest
(sent to you separately) was for your eyes only!
R.Anderson
[NOTE: Sorry, Rosemary! I had no idea. No need to be embarrassed
though. The poem is OK. It's Ruskin that's my problem! (Ed.)]
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I am currently running a project, funded by the NWDA (North West
Development Agency), to promote Key Skills development within the
University. There is more information on the HEDC website.
The purpose of this message is to a) publicise the project to those
members of the University who are perhaps more likely to read Inkytext
than they are to access the HEDC Web page and b) to ask if there is
anybody who would be willing to take part in the initial pilot of an
audit pro-forma which is designed to map departments' existing
inclusion of Key Skills (see HEDC Website for a description of the Key
Skills) within Part One courses?
I would ideally like about 6 departments to take part at this stage.
It is really a checklist and so should not be too time-consuming to
complete - but will, hopefully, be a useful exercise. After this pilot,
the intention is then to carry out a full-scale audit of Key Skills
provision within all Part One courses across the University.
If you would be willing to participate - or would like to discuss the
project - please contact me by email (j.machell@lancaster.ac.uk), by
phone (92870) or even by good old-fashioned Internal mail.
Joan Machell, CSET, Cartmel College).
[NOTE: Good luck. I must confess to extreme scepticism about the whole
concept of course, and any other extension of the national curriculum.
Strikes me either as totalitarianism gone mad, or materials that should
have been covered rather earlier in one's schooling if they were to
have a real impact. (Ed)]
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Phallus impudicus is not a morel (and certainly not a morell); it
belongs to a completely different group of fungi. The only common names
mentioned in the books I possess are common stinkhorn and wood witch. I
suppose when the flies have sucked off all the smelly slime it might
look a bit like a morel, but I wouldn't want to test the similarity by
eating it.
Dr. Peter Sweeney
Centre for Communication Systems Research
University of Surrey
GUILDFORD
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The idea of syntax as a form of rhetoric is not new. What Ruskin is
trying to do, it seems to me, is to create a sense of capacious
thinking, and impress the reader with the universality of his mind.
Syntax becomes a form of 'grand standing', a public assertion of the
seriousness of his thought.
Excessively upholstered for our taste, with too many subordinations,
but a form of eloquence required by Victorian men of letters. The
slightest betrayal of uncertainty, and any loss of syntactic power in
the energetic unfolding of a sentence, would indicate a loss of
direction, a failure of control and a loss of 'depth' in the thinking,
parallel to the depth of his subordinations!.
Of course, we deconstruct Ruskin and demand a different approach to
meaning. We use his style against him. Is there no historical sense of
difference left in universities these days? Do we really have to insist
that the past must be the same as the present? Should a writer be
condemned merely for the fashionable style of his age?
Tony Gilbert
[NOTE: I'm not sure of the illocutionary force of your questions. Are
they genuinely questions for information or a rhetorical criticism of
Ian's (and my) supposed attitudes. If the latter you are wrong. (Ed.)]
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I was on campus last Saturday and decided to have for lunch in The
Venue: a ciabatta with turkey, lettuce, coleslaw and spicy mayonnaise
and a cappuccino. The coffee was wonderful but the ciabatti at 2 pounds
was poor value - one wet thin pre-formed slice of turkey, about a
teaspoonful of coleslaw, loads of lettuce, and I'm not sure where the
mayonnaise was.
Someone from our office had a Ploughman's lunch baton today and was
disappointed to find processed cheese inside. If the Venue are buying
their stuff in, then I suggest they review their supplier. If they are
doing it themselves, then please improve the quality. Poor value for
money, with word getting round accordingly won't do business any good.
I'd still come for the wonderful cappuccino and the pleasant
surroundings though.
Sandra Burr
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'For all things except humans, essence precedes existence.' Pardon?
Many books have been written about the behaviour of non-human mammals
and birds and one thing that is clear is that within any species there
are considerable variations of behaviour shown by different
individuals. A species will have its general patterns of behaviour, but
surely one of the pleasures of biological and ecological study is to
observe how individuals have the potential for change, the potential to
rewrite at least part of the textbooks.
Blue tits peck open milk bottle tops only because one individual one
day had the idea of doing it, and when it was found to be a rich source
of food others copied it. With a new generation each year such a habit
spreads very rapidly. Similarly, one day about forty years ago a
macaque (a type of monkey) on a beach in Japan took its food into the
sea and washed the sand off - and the habit quickly spread.
A number of mammals and birds use tools. Sea otters lie on their back,
hold the shell they have taken from the seabed on their chest, and
smash it open with a stone. The Galapagos woodpecker finch is famous
for using a cactus spine to winkle grubs from under the tree bark; it
can hear the grub moving and feeding beneath the bark, but its bill
isn't powerful enough to make a large hole, so it makes a small hole
and then finishes the job with a tool.
David Attenborough's Life of Birds series had a wonderful sequence of
a crow on the Pacific island of New Caledonia which uses a stick to
draw out grubs from holes. It even has three different strategies: to
irritate the grub with an ordinary stick so that it grabs the stick in
its powerful jaws and can be pulled out whole; to select a twig with a
curved end from which it removes the bark and any leaves and then
spends some minutes using its bill to exaggerate the curve on the end,
so that it can pull out the grubs by using a hook; or to use the stiff
thin leaves of the pandanus plant which have lines of backward-pointing
spines on each side - the crow tears a strip from the edge of one of
the leaves and uses it like a harpoon, so that the teeth catch in the
grub's soft skin.
The Life of Birds showed one quite remarkable piece of behaviour by
crows in a Japanese city. They like eating walnuts but their bill isn't
powerful enough to crack them open. So they started dropping them in
the roads for the cars to run over them - but then collecting the
kernels among the traffic was dangerous. Now some birds position
themselves above pedestrian crossings where there are traffic lights,
drop the nut on the crossing where it gets broken open by the cars, and
when the lights change the birds can feed in safety for a few moments
in amongst the pedestrians.
The crucial point about these or any other examples is that while
those that do it today do so because they learned the behaviour from
their parents, it must have arisen in the first place when one
individual had the intelligence to push back the frontiers - to have an
idea and so create some new behaviour. The potential for new behaviour
to develop is always present because any individual might have a
revolutionary idea at any time - the Japanese crow example is a very
recent development. So if you really think we're the only species for
which existence precedes essence I can only conclude that you've been
reading too much Proust and not enough of an interesting subject such
as natural history.
Incidentally, I got the macaque story from a book called Almost Like a
Whale. It's a reworking of Darwin's Origin of Species to take into
account modern genetic findings and show how everything discovered in
the 140 years since its publication bears out Darwin's theory. The
author is Steve Jones, Professor of Genetics at UCL (the real UCL of
course). I'm no scientist, but it's written for the general reader and
is full of fascinating detail.
Gerry Cotter
[NOTE: Not Proust - Sartre. It's mainstream existentialism. But I
agree that animals are a problem for any philosophical system. (Ed.)]
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Marcus's memory is failing him. David Travers has been on the
permanent staff for longer than Marcus has; and Prof. Alan Holland for
as long.
Sandy Stewart
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Please note that Lord Inglewood is one of the CURRENT team of five
Conservative MEPs for the North West, having been re-elected as an
MEP in June 1999.
J. R. Mace
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I've been meaning to write about Burns night in St. Louis ever since
we experienced our first, on Jan 25th. What, you say, Burns in St.
Louis?? Well, despite the (romanticized) French cultural background of
the place and the (much more real) German, Irish, Italian, and
African-American background of the populace, there are Burns Night
celebrations.
To get one half as good as Lancaster's you have to pay a lot
($150/person at the Ritz, for instance), so in three years we have
never gone. But a local microbrewery, Schlafly's, put one on for free
last week, and (at the urging of my associate dean) we went. It was
held at the Tap Room, a lovely 19th-century printing house now home to
the brewery itself, several bars, snack room, and dining room.
To judge by the crowd, there is an unfulfilled demand for Burns
Nights. We couldn't get into the dining room (where the haggis was to
be piped in), so went upstairs where, in due course, we were treated to
pipe and fiddle music, the former courtesy of the Invera'an (sic) pipe
band. Both were excellent and seemed to our uneducated ears
authentically Scots. The band featured really intricate drumming work
as well as fine pipe playing, all (men and women) were dressed in
plaids, kilts, sporrans, and dirks except the koncert meister, he with
the big drum in the center, who appeared to have just got off work of a
blue collar sort and wouldn't a' ben caught deid in a kilt anyhoo.
The slow marches were particularly fine, and called to mind a story
told to me years ago by the late John Harris, farmer, of Over Kellett.
Before the D-Day landings, one of the Scottish regiments (he
remembered Black Watch, but I think they might have had more desirable
quarters) was bivouacked at and around the site of the Red Well, on the
Carnforth-Kirkby Lonsdale Road. When the orders came to decamp for the
south of England, the troops marched two abreast from the Red Well to
Carnforth station, with a piper every 200 ranks or so, playing a dirge
or very slow march. It took a long while, and John thought that there
were still troops leaving the bivoack when the first ranks arrived in
Carnforth. It was a moving experience (sight AND sound) for young John
Harris, then aged about 13 or so, and he felt that if Hitler had been
there to watch and listen he would have surrendered on the spot.
Listening to the Invera'an, both Paulette and I thought of John's
story, and of John, and grew melancholy, as befitted the slow marches.
We were revived somewhat by the faster marches and reels (do real
pipers play reels?), and then when the fiddlers took the stage (with a
very good harpist, be it known) we were ready to dance. Well, Paulette
was ready to dance. I had to be talked into it. But when the emcee
announced a "Gay Gordons" I couldn't resist. Hadn't done that since the
Dallas Road Primary parent-teachers' association dances . . . Took me a
while to get into the swing, but we enjoyed it.
By the time we went down to the dining room, the haggis was long gone
and even the shepherd's pie (specially prepared for the night) was off
the menu. But we did drink some fine scotch ale (very dark but not
sweet) along with whatever it was we ate.
So we missed the haggis. There were no recitations or taties (sp?),
there was no soprano, there was no modern Burns available to pick away
in gentle, ironic verse at whatever ails (or should ail) St. Louis. So
it was not Burns Night, Lancaster. It was Burns Night, St. Louis. For
Burns Night Lancaster one goes to the Ritz and pays $150 a plate. And
probably does not dance a Gay Gordons. In good scots style, then, we
got the best bargain going.
Bob Bliss
University of Missouri-St. Louis
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Just thought that some of your readers across the University who are
currently considering, or being encouraged to consider, a move to
Windows 2000 might have missed the fact that despite all the recent
hoo-ha with court cases in the US, things are carrying on as normal
over at Micro$oft and that with the release of the latest <NONSEQUITOR>
Microsoft Operating System </NONSEQUITOR> that Bill's Boys have even
gone so far as to produce a patch for a major security hole before it
is even released !
Kevin Buckley
Systems Administrator (UNIX)
Computer Centre
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We have joined the grownups with a domain name. Please send future =
mailings of your esteemed organ to: lynda@castletranslations.co.uk
We will shortly be binning free-online.
Lynda Burke
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6. SMALL ADS
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WANTED. CLEANER. 3 Hours per week in school term time. Greaves area.
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CAR FOR SALE: 1989 Montego Austin, 1994cc, 80,000 miles, 400 pounds
only. Ph: 01524-840986 (evenings)
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WANTED: person to share a 4-bedroom house in Milking Stile Lane,
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BOOKS FOR SALE, except where noted, all are hardback and new, as in
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Folio Society edition of The Greek Myths (2vol) 20.00
Cambridge Guide to Literature in English 15.00
Oxford Dictionary of New Words (paperback) 3.00
The Tories by Alan Clark 10.00
Chambers Biographical Dictionary (2ndHand) 10.00
also
2 CDs, containing Brandenburg Concertos 1-6
(NEW: still in the cellophane, yours for just 10 pounds)
Benjamin Britten and the ECO
Issued in the Decca/Phillips/Deutsche Gramophon/Penguin Classics series
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COTTAGE TO LET: CATON Two bedroom cottage to let. Quiet location,
excellent condition, off-road parking, pleasant garden backs onto Lune
valley cycleway to Lancaster. Close to useful village shops and
amenities. Only 15 minutes from the university by car. 400 pounds +
bills p.c.m.. Contact Mrs S Mason 015242 61382
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CAR FOR SALE: Rover (F regist, 1989), Manual, Auto mirror, Hatchback
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* Ideally located in quiet side road close to shops and schools
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