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Podcasts from Spectator writers
There never was such a tricycle in all the world. I could ride it at once, and did so, round and round the crescent
By Susan Hill
People used to open a window when someone died, to let the soul out
Soon the clear air will be fume-filled again and the birdsong drowned out
Of course I will die in the next 20-odd years, but I will try hard not to do it from COVID-19, a nasty way to go.
In isolation, we can do nothing but trust — and if we disagree, at least do it nicely
If the blackout warden didn’t notice a sliver of light at your window, a neighbor would soon tell him
Everyone can learn deep human truths from the story of a good man’s journey to death and resurrection
It is likely that Shakespeare wrote while self-isolating, which is exactly what I am doing
A short story by Susan Hill
The chilling case of the two lost phones and the squashed car
The wonderful ghosts of Christmas past
Shakespeare knew a thing or two about self-isolation
The dying need real conversation, not false cheeriness
Now is the time for comfort reads
In the COVID era, age isn’t just a number
The lost world of lockdown
Thought-provoking commentary and opinion on politics, books and the arts.