Like any culture, the British drip-drip themselves into the blood of children.
From the vast number of the shades of green which are peculiar to them and with which I have greened my house
to the large area their culture assigns to anarchy, eccentricty, idiosyncracy, whimsy verging on lunacy
to balance all that where we are watching a Fitzalan-Howard, the Premier Earl, a Roman Catholic no less, accompany the Queen when she opens Parliament and the Lord Great Chamberlain walks backwards in front of her.
To their words. So many. Shading meanings; and their opposite. Shading in more meanings.
Long ago I swore fealty to their language.
And a good thing too because it is these words loaded with the long history of a free people which preserve psychological autonomy in a world of much madness.
Without which verging always on lunacy.
Self-portrait, Adelaide Road, 1939, oil on canvas. Private collection. Sir Stanley Spencer, 1891-1959, British. Image from the web.
Christ in the Wilderness: Consider the Lilies of the Field, 1939, oil on canvas. Gallery of Western Australia, Perth. Sir Stanley Spencer, 1891-1959. Image from the web.