An old proverb. I think it comes from Africa: “When an old man dies, a library is burned with him.” London, December 2019: We were very tired. Long flight, no sleep, and hungry. On the train, luggage in tow, we were looking up at the map to find the station near our hotel. Noticing our … Continue reading When an Old Man Dies, a Library is Burned With Him
I Am No Yogi 