13 December 2017
Was I being pharisaical in choosing the goats’ cheese mousse?
Christopher Howse's Notebook
I CAN’T QUITE find the light switch,” said the don showing me round. So we stood in the darkness in the chapel of Queens’ College, Cambridge, and looked at its shape by the light of the waning gibbous moon. It looked pretty good, tall and narrow, though less narrow than it would have looked before they took out a row of stalls each side when compulsory attendance at chapel ended and they were no longer needed. G.F. Bodley had plonked this big beast of brick and stone in the court in 1889. He was renowned for his colour work, so it was ironic that I was losing in the silvery moonlight the Venetian red, black and gold of his most celebrated reredos.
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