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I haven't yet managed to find my favbourite Kabouter post - it was posted here a few years ago, when he talked about taking some of his young friends on a boat trip to visit a lighthouse. I made a Virginia Woolf joke, which - of course - he immediately got (he was incredibly well-read, along with all his other very impressive personal attributes). It's how I like to think of him: sailing away to a distant lighthouse in the company of his boys. We disagreed quite often, but one of the things Kabby and I shared was a love of the poetry of A.E. Housman. I think Kabby was not very much at home in the world he found himself born into, and he once said here that as a young man he found comfort in Housman's poetry. So here's Housman's poem 'For My Funeral' (from A Shropshire Lad): O thou that from thy mansion |