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Apologies for another break there.

No luck with pupillages yet, but I have a few more applications to go. Work are shadowing me tommorow to assess my performance, which is rather scary. The less you focus on God the more vulnerable you are to be frightened by worldly trials.

I have nearly finished 'Cancer Ward' by Solzheinitzyn. I reckon it is the best of his books I have read yet. I rather like the following quote, though I am not sure whether or not I agree with it yet:

(dying cancer patient who was a biology lecturer but was hounded into becoming a libararian by soviet purges talks to political exile)

"'Happiness is a mirage' Shulubin was emphatic, straining his strength to the utomost. He had turned quite pale. 'I was happy bringing up my children but they spat on my soul. To preserve this happiness I took books which were full of truth and burnt them in the stove. As for the so-called 'happiness of future generations', its even more of a mirage. Who knows anything about it? Who has spoken with these future generations? Who knows what idols they will worship? Ideas of what happiness is have changed too much through the ages. No one should have the effrontery to try to plan it in advance. When we have enough loaves of white bread to crush them under our heels, when we have enough milk to choke us, we still wont be in the least happy. But if we share things we dont have enough of, we can be happy today! If we care only about "happiness" and about reproducing our speicies we shall merely crowd the earth senselessly and create a terrifying society....You know, I dont feel very well...I'd better go and lie down..."

On a different note I have just come back from a meal with the family of Mark Troughton, who leads York Evangelical church. This was an excellent experience. I had some interesting conversation - its good to be getting to know people a bit. They have thousands of children, all of whom are rather jolly.

See above a photograph of Lewis astride a Transit Van. I was walking back to the Station in Sheffield, having done some cases there, when I saw this white van go past and happened to look in the window. There by chance was Lewis driving. A rather entertaining spectacle. I jumped aboard for a pub lunch and an insight into evolution, about which Lewis has some excellent thoughts.