The Birdsong and The Sky
Two saviors of truth and beauty
I will always remember two things about our time living in Oxford: the birdsong and the sky.
One morning, when I met my supervisor in the front halls of Harris-Manchester College, I asked him if the construction out front bothered him.
“No,” he replied. “The colleges are built in such a way as to shield the outside sounds from the inner quad area. They…