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What else shall glad our gaze When once authority has knit the brow And set the brain behind it to decide The Canon Caponsacchi, then, was sent To change his garb, re-trim his tonsure, tie The clerkly silk round, every plait correct, Make the impressive entry on his place Well, not enough, it seems: such mere hurt falls, Frets awhile, and aches long, then less and less, And so is done with. He learned the true convenience of the change, And why a convent wants the cheerful hearts Vengeance, you know, burst, like a mountain-wave That holds a monster in it, over the house, And wiped its filthy four walls free again With a wash of hell-fire — father, mother, wife, Killed them all, bathed his name clean in their blood, And, reeking so, was caught, his friends and he, Haled hither and imprisoned yesternight The Other Half-Rome.

It seems that, when her husband struck her first, She prayed Madonna just that she might live Though really it does seem as if she here, Pompilia, living so and dying thus, Has undue experience how much crime A heart can hatch. What could they be but happy? And so Violante rubbed her eyes awhile, Got up too, walked to wake her Pietro soon And pour into his ear the mighty news Home again, shaking oft the puzzled pate, Went Pietro to announce a change indeed, The marriage thus impossible, the rest Followed: our spokesman, Paolo, heard his fate, Resignedly Count Guido bore the blow: Violante wiped away the transient tear, Renounced the playing Danae to gold dreams, The starved, stripped, beaten brace of stupid dupes So, with the crowd she mixed, made for the dome, Through the great door new-broken for the nonce Marched, muffled more than ever matron-wise, Up the left nave to the formidable throne, Do your part!

Said and done: Home went Violante and disbosomed all: And Pietro who, six months before, had borne Word after word of such a piece of news Like so much cold steel inched through his breast-blade, Now at its entry gave a leap for joy, As who — what did I say of one in a quag? What if the girl-wife, tortured with due care, Should take, as though spontaneously, the road So much for what should work in Rome — back now To Arezzo, go on with the project there, Forward the next step with as bold a foot, And plague Pompilia to the height, you see!

Now begins The tenebrific passage of the tale: So was the case concluded then and there: Guido preferred his charges in due form, Then the court had to make its mind up, spoke. You, What would you answer? He authorised the transfer, saw it made, All is told. You hardly need ask what Count Guido says, Since something he must say. That were too temptingly commodious, Count! One would have still a remedy in reserve Should reach the safest oldest sinner, you see!

Does that take hurt alone From the extreme outrage? I who have no wife, Being yet sensitive in my degree Bethink you that you have to deal with plebs, The commonalty; this is an episode In burgess-life — why seek to aggrandise, Idealise, denaturalise the class? People talk just as if they had to do With a noble pair that. Excellency, your ear! Stoop to me, Highness — listen and look yourselves! He asks and straight obtains A crime complete in its way is here, I hope? Is so far clear? You know Violante now, Compute her capability of crime By this authentic instance? Black hard cold I thought as much.

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But now, a question — how long does it lie, The bad and barren bit of stuff you kick, Before encroached on and encompassed round With minute moss, weed, wild-flower — made alive By worm, and fly, and foot of the free bird? Your Highness — healthy minds let bygones be, Leave old crimes to grow young and virtuous-like Moreover, say that certain sin there seem, The proper process of unsinning sin Is to begin well-doing somehow else.

That great round glory of pellucid stuff, For, Guido Franceschini was the head Of an old family in Arezzo, old To that degree they could afford be poor Better than most: the case is common too. Guido thus left — with a youth spent in vain And not a penny in purse to show for it, Advised with Paolo, bent no doubt in chafe The black brows somewhat formidably the while.

Said and done. Who Was fool, who knave? Neither and both, perchance. There was a bargain mentally proposed On each side, straight and plain and fair enough; Such unprofitable noise Angers at all times: but when those who plague, I anticipate however — only ask, Which of the two here sinned most?

A nice point! Accordingly, one word on the other side Tips over the piled-up fabric of a tale. He, being the stranger and the astonished one, Yet received protestations of her love From lady neither known nor cared about: But then on the other side again — how say The pair of saints? Highness, decide! Pronounce, Her Excellency! Next legal process! The courts would nor condemn nor yet acquit This, that, or the other, in so distinct a sense First comes this thunderclap of a surprise: Then follow all the signs and silences Premonitory of earthquake.

Paolo first Vanished, was swept off somewhere, lost to Rome: Wells dry up, while the sky is sunny and blue. Then Guido girds himself for enterprise, And, as they left by one door, in at the other Tumbled the neighbours — for the shrieks had pierced To the mill and the grange, this cottage and that shed. Soon followed the Public Force: pursuit began Though Guido had the start and chose the road: So, that same night was he, with the other four, Overtaken near Baccano — where they sank By the way-side, in some shelter meant for beasts, Does it strike your Excellency?

Why, your Highness, The self-command and even the final prayer, Our candour must acknowledge explainable As easily by the consciousness of guilt. That is the final charge. What rejoinder? The long and the short is, truth is what I show:— Undoubtedly no pains ought to be spared Her Excellency must pronounce, in fine! What, she prefers going and joining play?

Her Highness finds it late, intends retire? Both know as much about it, now, at least, As all Rome: no particular thanks, I beg! Count Guido Franceschini. Thanks, Sir, but, should it please the reverend Court, I feel I can stand somehow, half sit down Without help, make shift to even speak, you see, Fortified by the sip of. Thanks, kind Sir! How cautious and considerate. So I was. I turned alike from the hill-side zig-zag thread Of way to the table-land a soldier takes, Alike from the low-lying pasture-place Where churchmen graze, recline, and ruminate, Such was the pact: Pompilia from the first Broke it, refused from the beginning day Either in body or soul to cleave to mine, Such was the starting; now of the further step.

I try to save my head And the end has come, the doom is verily here, Unhindered by the threatening. Look at them well, and now, lords, look at this! Tell me: if on that day when I found first That Caponsacchi thought the nearest way So much For the terrible effect of threatening, Sirs!

Well, this way I was shaken wide awake, Doctored and drenched, somewhat unpoisoned so; Then, set on horseback and bid seek the lost, So did I find my wife. Is the case complete? Do your eyes here see with mine? Even the parties dared deny no one Point out of all these points. What follows next? Listen, my masters, and distinguish here! Ah, the Court! I played the man as I best might, bade friends Put non-essentials by and face the fact.

Rome spoke. Now — I see my lords Shift in their seat — would I could do the same! They probably please expect my bile was moved To purpose, nor much blame me: now, they judge, The fiery titillation urged my flesh Break through the bonds. By your pardon, no, sweet Sirs! Then I rose up like fire, and fire-like roared. What, all is only beginning not ending now? I am baptised. I started and let drop The dagger.

I knocked — pronounced The name, the predetermined touch for truth, There was the end! Then was I rapt away by the impluse, one Immeasurable everlasting wave of a need To abolish that detested life. Then I proceed a step, come with clean hands Thus far, re-tell the tale told eight months since. The wife, you allow so far, I have not wronged, Giuseppe Caponsacchi. Answer you, Sirs? Do I understand aright? Have patience! Answer you? Yet, being sobered now, what is it you ask By way of explanation? It seems to fill the universe with sight And sound — from the four corners of this earth Tells itself over, to my sense at least.

Men, for the last time, what do you want with me? Is it — you acknowledge, as it were, a use, A profit in employing me? I am free to break the blow, next hawk that swoops Well then, I have a mind to speak, see cause To relume the quenched flax by this dreadful light, Burn my soul out in showing you the truth. Why, good and wise you are! You might at the beginning stop my mouth: So, none would be to speak for her, that knew. I talk impertinently, and you bear, All the same. This it is to have to do With honest hearts: they easily may err, I stopped short awe-struck.

So I became a priest: those terms changed all, I was good enough for that, nor cheated so; I could live thus and still hold head erect. Now you see why I may have been before Well, after three or four years of this life, In prosecution of my calling, I Found myself at the theatre one night With a brother Canon, in a mood and mind Proper enough for the place, amused or no: When I saw enter, stand, and seat herself A lady, young, tall, beautiful, strange, and sad.

Then I took a pen and wrote. That you are fair, I know: Back next morn brought The messenger, a second letter in hand. Yet should you really show Well, if a low-browed verger sidled up But no less, I tired of the same black teazing lie Obtruded thus at every turn; the pest Here is another point I bid you pause at.

I have stood before, gone round a serious thing, So, I went home. Dawn broke, noon broadened, I I sat stone-still, let time run over me. The sun slanted into my room, had reached The west. I opened book — Aquinas blazed With one black name only on the white page. I am a priest Go now! I did go, Took rapidly the route myself prescribed, Stopped at Torrione, climbed the ruined place, Then I retraced my steps, was found once more In my own house for the last time: there lay The broad pale opened Summa.

I know not how the night passed: morning broke: Presently came my servant. Sirs, how should I lie quiet in my grave Unless you suffer me wring, drop by drop, My brain dry, make a riddance of the drench Of minutes with a memory in each, Recorded motion, breath or look of hers, Each incident Proves, I maintain, that action of the flight For the true thing it was.

For the first hour We both were silent in the night, I know: Sometimes I did not see nor understand. It was at. When we stopped at Foligno it was dark. She swooned. We seemed safe: what was it foreboded so? I paced the passage, kept watch all night long. I listened — not one movement, not one sigh.

Soon triumph suppled the tongue A little, malice glued to his dry throat, And he part howled, part hissed. That sobered me. I presume you — men She started up, stood erect, face to face With the husband: back he fell, was buttressed there By the window all a-flame with morning-red, He the black figure, the opprobrious blur Against all peace and joy and light and life.

So Did I stand question, and make answer, still With the same result of smiling disbelief, And I was just set down to study these In relegation, two short days ago, Admiring how you read the rules, when, clap, For Pompilia — be advised, Build churches, go pray! You will find me there, I know, if you come — and you will come, I know.

Did not I say You were good and true at bottom? But for Count Guido — you must counsel there!


I bow my head, bend to the very dust, Break myself up in shame of faultiness. Why, this is sorry and strange! Oh how good God is that my babe was born, — Better than born, baptised and hid away Before this happened, safe from being hurt! That had been sin God could not well forgive: He was too young to smile and save himself.

How happy those are who know how to write! Such could write what their son should read in time, Had they a whole day to live out like me. But then how far away, how hard to find Will anything about me have become, On second thoughts, I hope he will regard The history of me as what someone dreamed, Pietro at least had done no harm, I know; Nor even Violante, so much harm as makes Well, God, you see! God plants us where we grow. Beside, up to my marriage, thirteen years Were, each day, happy as the day was long: This may have made the change too terrible.

Then I began to half surmise the truth; Something had happened, low, mean, underhand, False, and my mother was to blame, and I To pity, whom all spoke of, none addressed: I did go and was praying God, when came Violante, with eyes swollen and red enough, And so an end! All since is one blank, Over and ended; a terrific dream.

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His loss is keenly felt by many. Richard was a member of theAlpine Club, and indeed was my proposer. He was also a prolific writer: as well as occasional articles published in theAlpine Journal, he was a regular columnist for High Magazine no longer inprint , where he defended wild spaces from assault, and wrote mountaineeringand hill-walking books such as Exploring the Far North-West of Scotland , Challenging Walks in Britain and Ireland , and, with KenWilson, The Big Walks , Classic Walks and Wild Walks He met Trish Roberts, then an occupational therapist, later a teacher, on aclimbing weekend and they married in His love of the Scottish hills,together with the needs of a growing family, diverted him from hard rockclimbing and Alpinism on to hill walking.

By , he had bagged all theScottish Munros, becoming the st Munroist.

As a long-term member of the John Muir Trust and the Scottish Wild LandGroup, Richard was an active campaigner for outdoor access, the naturalenvironment and wild spaces. He especially loved the Scottish islands and His father had been born in Limerick Prison where his own father John Rudolf was prison governor and wentout to Malaya in to manage a rubber plantation. His parents lived mostlyapart, and his mother took him to Barcelona in where he was educated ina Salesian school.

Denis took the entrance exam for Oxford to study Greats in December but did not begin his studies until January He joined the Navy andbecame a sub-lieutenant, escorting convoys across the Atlantic. HMS Bullenwas torpedoed shortly after he left it and he always told his children to swimaway from a sinking ship. His mother died of cancer in and his father,captured by the Japanese after the fall of Singapore, died in Changi internmentcamp in August Demobbed and arriving at Worcester, he decided that Greats was no longer ofany interest to him and told the classics tutor, Bryan Brown, that he wishedto switch to PPE.

He became one of the first pupils of Asa Briggs, whotaught both politics and economics. He rowed in the College Eight and recalls an ice-breaker being brought in the freezing winter of to make Torpids possible. During the holidays hestayed with a Belgian family to learn French. Denis did very well in the civil service examination in and might havehad a career in the Foreign Office, but he did not want his future children to goto boarding school and joined the Board of Trade. Later, under the first Thatchergovernment, he was tasked with privatising British Airways.

A semi-detached member of the Church of England, Denis believed thatchurches should be ecumenically linked and socially engaged. He sat on theBoard of Christian Aid and helped send funds to Chile after the coup. He was central to the creation of Centre 70, an outreach centre inWest Norwood.

He married Hazel Walsh, who as a young physiotherapist had tended woundedmen coming off the D Day beaches, in He believed fervently that hischildren should learn a foreign language and be as much European as British. We were twinned with a French family and sent on exchanges from Myown visits in and set me on course for being a historian of France. He was delighted when I followed in his traces to Worcester in His wife and our mother, Hazel, died of cancer in He died in his homein Dulwich on 20 July , surrounded by children and grandchildren, Heleaves five children — Laura, Edward, Paul, Mary and myself, seventeengrandchildren and three great-grandchildren.

Aspecialist in German and a stylish and creative thinker, he believed stronglyin the practical application of language studies. In the course of a successfulacademic career, Reeves looked always for means of furthering the publicinterest within his field, and for his achievements was awarded the OBE.


Born just weeks into the Second World War, Nigel Reeves would devotehis professional life to conciliation with the country that had caused twocatastrophic upheavals and to the understanding and promotion of Germanlanguage and culture. There he met his firstwife. She, with their son Dominic and daughter Anna, survive him, living inSweden.

There followedin publications on Friedrich Schiller and Heinrich von Kleist. It was now that Reevesdeveloped his talent for relating academic excellence to practical matterssuch as business, law and the public promotion of European languages. All showed his breadth oflearning and determination to further the educational causes in which he sostrongly believed. He would become Pro-Vice-Chancellor for External Relations, in which role he promoted study in Britainfor foreign students, especially from the Far East.

Reeves was admired as a popular colleague and team worker, as shown by thewide variety of publications written in collaboration with fellow academics. For all his international interests, Nigel Reeves remained deeply rooted inEnglish society and traditions. He was nowhere happier than at his belovedancient house and garden, Hartlands, in the Malvern Hills. Sir David Dain To those of us who had the honour and privilege of knowing Tom well, the tragic and heavy news of his untimely passing has hit hard. Tom was an exceptional gentleman of extraordinary talent. From his early days at the Bar, it was obvious to anyone who had the pleasure of working with him or the misfortune of being on the other side!

Wise beyondhis years, he was only ever destined for the top. An application for silk whichwould have been successful was on the horizon. Tom made his headline career at the shipping Bar, but his skills and inimitablestyle, coupled with his unparalleled depth of knowledge on even the mostobscure of points, meant that he was able to succeed and thrive in any arenahe chose. That he did to devastating effect. In the relatively short time he wasat the Bar, his case history is testament to that fact, littered as it is with outingsto the Court of Appeal and the Supreme Court as well as numerous forays intoforeign jurisdictions.

Deceptively understated, his gentle and modest mannercould easily disguise his ferocious intellect and frightening ability to persuadeeven the steadfastly opposed. He was, in truth, apowerhouse of an advocate. Tom did not suffer fools. If something needed to be said, he would say it. He never minced his words. He would never see any point in that, of course. He had a unique and uncanny ability to get to the heart of any issue about30 minutes before anyone else had even spotted that there might be an issue.

Self-styled and a man of few words, certainly, but every word counted expletives included! And yet in spite of being so exceptionally gifted andfrenetically busy, Tom always took time to talk to and encourage those startingout at the Bar for whom Tom was undoubtedly inspirational. While he didnot say so in so many words, teaching and outreach were important to Tom,hence his unobtrusively signing Chambers up to various schemes whichaimed to give poor students insight of and access to the Bar.

His humour was as dry as it was hilarious. His personality overwhelminglyinfectious. When on form, watching him in full swing was entertainmentsecond to none. A true delight. Tom gave selflessly and completely to everything he took on. He wouldsteadfastly defend and protect those he loved and the things closest to himwith passionate, unapologetic vigour. The enormous time and effort he sogenerously invested in Chambers and keeping those around him sane and levelheaded is nothing short of heroic. He was an anchor of reason and calm inevery imaginable circumstance. We watched and learned.

Those who saw himin recent weeks describe a man on truly remarkable form, well informed aboutChambers and world affairs, with plenty of characteristically strong opinionsto share on a range of matters. Although we experienced Tom mostly in his stratospherically successfulprofessional role, at heart he was a very private and modest individual dealingwith his illness with dignity and quiet strength.

He was, first and foremost, adevoted husband to Miranda and a loving father to his two beautiful younggirls, Cordelia and Florence. Ourthoughts and prayers are with you all at this devastatingly difficult and sadtime. These few words are inevitably imperfect and can never even begin to dojustice to the personal qualities and professional talents of the gentleman weall knew and loved. But they go just a little way to say why we feel the pain oflosing Tom so acutely.

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It is nothing short of a tragedy that his life has been cutso cruelly short. It would appear that some stars in life do indeed burn too brightly to stay. Wewill miss him terribly. Thank you, Tom, for the wonderful memories. Tribute from Stone Chambers But he also had a twinkling sense of humour that made him universally likedby market peers — including those who encountered the steel beneath thelightness of manner. Protests and minor rule changes followed, but so did moreraids. In June , the firm bought Next, the rubber and palmoil producer Guthrie Corporation was effectively taken over by a Malaysiangovernment agency in three hours.

But the tide was flowing towards the integrated investment banking model,akin to the big Wall Street firms — and Wilmot-Sitwell was persuaded of itsmerits, provided it was backed by sufficient capital. The family home was in Kent butearlier Sacheverells, Wilmots and Sitwells were landed Derbyshire familiesconnected by marriage in the 18th century. On Saturday January 4 — after the London stock market had fallen morethan 70 per cent in a relentless two-and-a-half bear run amid dire economicconditions—he was invited to shoot at Sandringham, where the Queen Motherasked him how his firm was faring in such times.

Eventually Wilmot-Sitwell was asked to try Robert Maxwell — with whomWarburgs generally refused to do business, but whose marriage to a Frenchwoman, it was thought, might incline him to the cross-channel venture. It was a turning pointfor the flotation, and within two years the shares delivered a handsome profitfor the investors. Peter Wilmot-Sitwell was a keen sportsman, a generous host at his homes in Hampshire and Cornwall, and a greater encourager of the young. He is survived by his wife Clare, whom he married in , and by theirdaughter and two sons.

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Read the Text Version. No Text Content! Woodroffe dinners are oversubscribed and the talk now has to be held inChapel before dinner in the Linbury Room, with questions over port and 51 cheese. For example, I remember that when I was an apprentice the lawn mowers were packed away in November, sent off for a service and a regrind,and only brought out again in March. Firminia 53 Simplex or the Chinese Parasol tree has handsome, large, dark green leavesthat turn yellow in autumn before falling.

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Whilst66 the MCR provides a subsidy for the wine and cheese evenings or exchangevisits with other colleges, the students still have to pay some of the costs. I,therefore, introduce you to my two successors: the new MCR vice-presidents 67 Triantafyllos Afouras and Rory Hennell James, DPhil students in ComputerScience and Biochemistry, respectively, who I am sure will do a marvellousjob in the coming months. Colin will 75 be sorely missed and long remembered by all who knew him. She was on a feelgood visit to a firm inWallsend that serviced the North Sea gas and oil industry when a reporter from76 Tyne Tees Television asked her if she had anything to say to the one in fiveunemployed in the region.

He had somecontact with computer experts from Israel, a country he loved; his firstgirlfriend was a Jewish girl called Lisa, who had arrived in Newcastle from78 Germany. By dint of a combination of extraordinary commitment, integrity and personalwarmth, he forged a life dedicated to his family that encompassed not only asuccessful career in business and finance but also a wide circle of enduring 79 friendships.

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