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Thank you again Mark. I get where you are coming from. I often seem to have what I sort of think of as an Arcadian mood (for want of a better word) in the evening, at l'ora d'oro (the hour of gold) as the Italians say when the world seems transformed into something more golden, simple, enchanted and evocative. It feels like a kind of nostalgia for the way things maybe once were, and maybe should be. A time when it seems mallorn trees might be real.

One of my favourite literary evocations of this mood - and a very English evocation of just this kind of nostalgiac longing - was provided by the war poet Rupert Brooke at the end of The Old Vicarage Grantchester:

"... Ah God! to see the branches stir

Across the moon at Grantchester!

To smell the thrilling-sweet and rotten

Unforgettable, unforgotten

River-smell, and hear the breeze

Sobbing in the little trees.

Say, do the elm-clumps greatly stand

Still guardians of that holy land?

The chestnuts shade, in reverend dream,

The yet unacademic stream?

Is dawn a secret shy and cold

Anadyomene, silver-gold?

And sunset still a golden sea

From Haslingfield to Madingley?

And after, ere the night is born,

Do hares come out about the corn?

Oh, is the water sweet and cool,

Gentle and brown, above the pool?

And laughs the immortal river still

Under the mill, under the mill?"

Whether this England actually existed - or is known to the reader/listener to the poem - does not really matter. It's a deep evocation of an idealised vision of a mythical Arcadian Cambridgeshire that transports me, Australian that I am, to his world. That it comes as both a contrast from, and a tonic for, a very mortal place as the closing lines almost gut-punchingly make clear:

"Say, is there Beauty yet to find?

And Certainty? and Quiet kind?

Deep meadows yet, for to forget

The lies, and truths, and pain? . . . oh! yet

Stands the Church clock at ten to three?

And is there honey still for tea?"

All that is a long winded way that I have a strong natural inclination to agree with you at an almost visceral level about wanting to honour and maybe even cultivate this state. But then I would like to go into the heart of Lothlorien too ...

But then the more hard headed side of me also thinks that, like any mood, it can be seductive and quite dangerous if not held in the right way. It is always in danger of degenerating into crass sentimentality or at least self indulgent romantic longing. Perhaps even more dangerously the fact that the political is indeed always hovering in the background means it is both fragile and maybe even a trap. I don't know whether you have ever seen the 1986 movie The Mission. If not, you need to. It brilliantly contrasts an Arcadian ideal of what Christianity (in particularly a genuine Catholic sensibility) could and should be with real world politics and the pretty much inevitable compromises that almost always undermine any attempt to bring it about. Jeremy Irons' compellingly acted character the Jesuit missionary Father Gabriel really is a multi-dimensional ideal Catholic priest. The soundtrack is Ennio Morricone's masterpiece and the famous track "Gabriel's oboe" almost feels like a musical evocation of Arcadia (as do many of the other later tracks as the mission village comes into being). But then Cardinal Altimarano - not a bad man - is left haunted by the vision of what was achieved and then, in part by his hand and assent, wiped out including the death of Father Gabriel whose worth he knows. One message of the movie seems to be that any Arcadian reality will be fragile and will lose to realpolitik - Altimarano acted as he did in part because he thought the mission was going to be wiped out whatever he did. Which then leads to another troubling question about whether the mission - however beautiful - was really worth trying in the first place given that the death or enslavement of the natives seems almost inevitable in hindsight. Was their being shown the light a kind of cruel seduction? But then again, for a brief shining moment a vision of what could be, and maybe should be, came into existence and presumably has a value of its own?

Apologies again for this long comment. But you write about things that interest me. Please keep up the good work!

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