The Dear Burden

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The last post, Monumental, featured a dark monument to Sir Walter Scott

A monument is a sort of epitaph in stone. And often as lifeless as the departed.

But it is the words of great writers like Scott that live on, timeless and relevant.

Summing up what we ourselves cannot articulate.

Powerful.

I wish to god that I personally had not to go through a recent hellish time in my life when those words were way too relevant – but I am glad I clung to what was dear.

Cheers Walter…

Monumental

Sixty one metres of Victorian Gothic goodness towers above Edinburgh’s Princes Street, in tribute to literary great Sir Walter Scott.

The monument is grimy and blackened with weather and age and is all the more striking for it.

The below view, in darkened silhouette, emphasises the spectral in the structure.

Scott was a man of letters – novelist, playwright, historian. I, on the other hand, am somewhat of a philistine  – his monument appears to me as if Dracula had a hand in designing Thunderbird 3(the coolest Thunderbirds rocket)!

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Scott Monument, Edinburgh