Sublime

dovetailed:

One-day Majnun was sifting earth in the middle of a road. A pious man said to him: “Oh Majnun, what are you seeking here?” “I seek Layla,” replied Majnun. “How can you find Layla here?” said the other. “Could a pearl so pure be found in such rubbish?” “Well” said Majnun, “I seek her everywhere, so that one day I may find her somewhere.”

From the 1550s onwards a steady stream of literature warns of the numerous cons that could be practised upon the unwary. Apparently a small industry making loaded dice existed within the King’s Bench and Marshalsea prisons, but the master of the craft was a man named Bird who lived in Holborn and produced fourteen different types of loaded dice to

Sir Christopher Clitherow

wont

Death’s Brother is the name that poets give to sleep. For most men those dark hours are a reminder of the stillness that waits at the end of days. But

He had the trick of speaking like one, rolling words like great boulders, lost in the details of his own legend.