Wakefield

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  “In some old magazine or newspaper I recollect a story, told as truth, of a man—let us call him Wakefield—who absented himself for a long time from his wife. The fact, thus abstractedly stated, is not very uncommon, nor, without a proper distinction of circumstances, to be condemned either as naughty or nonsensical. Howbeit, this, though far from the most aggravated, is perhaps the strangest instance on record of marital delinquency, and, moreover, as remarkable a freak as may be found in the whole list of human oddities. The wedded couple lived in London. The man, under pretense of going a journey, took lodgings in the next street to his own house, and there, unheard of by his wife or friends and without the shadow of a reason for such self-banishment, dwelt upward of twenty years. During that period he beheld his home every day, and frequently the forlorn Mrs. Wakefield. And after so great a gap in his matrimonial felicity—when his death was reckoned certain, his estate settled...

Something I didn't get a chance to do but wish I did was . . .

to see more of Africa when I was there. It was a busy time of teaching and lecturing so I didn't get out much. I stayed in Kisumu, Kenya and was driven about 40 minutes out to a village each day. Most of what I saw was in the people and less in the places. Perhaps that was most important. I was "kidnapped" one afternoon and we enjoyed tea on Lake Victoria where the hyacinth bloomed on the lake.

Me with Johann, my driver
One day I'd like to go back and drive from Nairobi through Rift Valley to Kisumu. I'd also like to see Kilimanjaro. And visit Egypt.


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