The urge to return to Uncle George was irresistible. He is so lucid but honest; so lightly humourous, but theologically weighty. I actually filmed this a fortnight ago, but have had various things to juggle so not got round to it until today.
Incidentally, if you’ve not yet done so, please read John Drury’s biography, Music at Midnight. It has to be one of my favourite books of all time. He weaves his narrative of Herbert’s life with deft and pithy interpretations of the poems at the probable moments of inspiration. (Incidentally, another book that employs this model well, inspired no doubt by Drury’s example, is Malcolm Guite’s wonderful biography of Samuel Taylor Coleridge, Mariner.)
Here are a handful of excerpts: