I have to admit to signing up to these sites before I’ve really understood what they are or why I’m bothering - and then complaining about all the junk e-mail I get that may or not be sent as a direct consequence.
Such is life in the internet age.
We are still in the internet age, aren’t we? Or is this the mobile age? Or still the television age, even. I don’t see that one going away any time soon.
Make Them Think
Truth // Honesty
Dawn, and the silhouette of All Saints Pavement
"The minster chimes strike ten. I go to bed very conscious that I am sleeping within the white walls of York, loving her beauty, her peace, her dignity, and the calm, unhurried way she has..." - H. V. Morton, The Call of England
"She does not ask you to love her: she is like London in that. She is there: she is York." - H. V. Morton, The Call of England
"...and right ahead, that classic view of York Minster lifting its towers above the city and the white wall twisting on and on..." - H. V. Morton
"York is the loveliest city in all England. She is England's last real anchor to the Middle Ages." - H. V. Morton, The Call of England
"The curved platforms of York are well worth the study of any man interested in the personalities of stations." - H. V. Morton, The Call of England