A sublime contagion
The Gothic is more than vampires and flying buttresses, burgundy lips and black lace: it is the thrill of transgression
They were mouldy, unread and long out of date. So why did I feel so bad about burning my Britannicas?
Papering over the cracks
An historic building brings a personal awakening: the past lives on in us, neither forgotten, nor preserved in aspic
We came to know air indirectly, by its visible signs. The stuff itself is as elusive as the atmosphere of a gothic novel